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OLDDELABOLE. By Edin Phillpotts 

THE FREELANDS. By John Galsworthy 

THE LATER LIFE. By Louis Couptrus 

Tvi'V'in Jesse 

Somerset Maugham 

MUSLIN. By George Moore 

OFF SANDY HOOK. By Richard Dehan 

THE LITTLE ILIAD. By Maurice Hewlett 

Illustrated by Sir Philip Bume-Jones 

CARFRAE'S COMEDY. By Gladys Parrish 


Marie Cher 


CHAPEL. By Miles Lewis 

MRS. CROFTON. By Marguerite Bryant 

21 Bedford Street, W.C. 


The r/Z-v-r olitlod int.. tlie Ncwroiiiulliind fo". 






Illustrated by Fred Holmes 



Ltndon: WUliam Beimmanit, lais 



The "Glory" 

The new comer approached more closely and looked at 
the crowd ..... 

glided into the Newfoundland 


To face 


There I They were apart 

Asked of the evil-smelling darkness below many in 
suiting questions .... 

Flailed his way along the line . 

It seemed to be rushing at them with all its great dark 
purple hollows, its purple hillsides, its snowy crests 

Again the other cattleship forged level . 

The Manager says this is an American coin 










Somebody was playing a mouth-organ in the 

midst of a group of " hard cases " that waited on 

a certain wharf at Montreal. You who arrive there 

in spick and span passenger steamers can pick out 

the place from the promenade decks as you come 

>^^ alongside, for on the shed roofs is painted, with 

waterproof paint, " The Saint Lawrence Shipping 

and Transport Co., Ltd." 

At the gable of these sheds the Hard Cases 
waited, alert for anybody of importance coming 
from citywards. But they did not forget that the 
important person might be already in the sheds. 
Therefore, as they strolled a step or two forth and 
back, or double-shuftled in response to the mouth 
organ, they cast glances now and then into the 
shed, between the lattice-work of a barrier at its 
end a barrier that continued the slope of the roof 
to the wharf-side and about a foot beyond. A 
determined man could have clambered round it at 
the projecting part, or over it for that matter— 
although it looked fragile at the top as well as 


showing many prominent nails. But no one did 
clamber over it, or round it even. In America 
there is a sneaking regard for the man who climbs 
over, or crawls round, barricades; but it was 
hardly likely that any of the Hard Cases, who 
waited for a job outside the barrier, would have 
obtained that job at the end of such gymnastics. 
These men were not hoboes, tramps, sundowners, 
beachcombers, though there was not a hand- 
kerchief-full of luggage in the crowd. They 
were cattlemen, who lead a life more hard and 
uncertain than that of sparrows, crossing and re- 
crossing the great, grey Atlantic, with Liverpool 
for their British port; and, for their American 
ports, Montreal, Halifa::, Boston. 

"Well, what's this?" said one of them, Big 

The "Push" ghnced at "this"— a lean man, 
browr as an Indian, wearing a broad-brimmed 
hat that set him apart from the "Push," which 
wore, chiefly, scooped sailor-caps, and, secondly, 
dilapidated Trilbys. True, the latter were of 
felt, but only in regard to material were they like 
this hat that hove in sight on the newcomer's 



new coiner appioaclied more eloselv and looked 


ed at tlu 

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"What's he? "asked Jack, a slender and finely- 
built young man with a face handsome and devil- 
may-care and cunning, a face .ddly aristocratic 
thorgh leathery, and bearing signs that ablution 
was not a daily matter in his life any more than 
in the lives of the others. 

" It's one of them cow-boys," said Mike. - One 
of them fellers that comes from beyant, in the 
cars with the cattle, and takes a thrip over 
sometimes to see what its loike in our coun- 

'^ I suppose Vll go fer nuthinV said Cockney. 
Oo one of hus out of a job." 
"Well, ye needn't be supposing till ye hear" 
answered Mike. " I never seen wan of them do 
that yet." 

The newcomer approached more closely and 
looked at the crowd, one of whose members, an 
inquisitive youth, caught his eye and daringly 
proffered assistance. ^ 

" You goin' on this ship ? " he asked. 

" I hope so. I've just come down to see how 
the chances are." 

The "Push" that had been listening mostly in 
quarter and three^uarter face, wheeled about, and 

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all their " dials/' as they would have expressed 
it, confronted him. 

" 'Ow much you goin' to hask ? " said Cockney. 

" What do they usually give ? " 

" Oh, I don't know," several replied. 

Jack extracted himself from the " Push " to spit 
over the wharf-side, and then turned back again. 

" Thirty shillings," he said. 

" Is that what you ge " asked the Inquisitive 

Canted back, hands in pockets. Jack leered at 

"You hask thirty shillings then," said Cockney. 

Big Mike pushed through. 

" What are ye all talking about ? " he said. " I 
tell ye what it is, now," he went o , turning to 
the stranger. " There's some of these fellers go 
over for tin shillin's ; the most of them don't get 
more'n a pound, and when its getting cold here 
you'll find 'em runnin' round and saying, ' I'll go 
for fifteen shillin's, mister. But if ye came down 
from beyant in the cars yours( If ye're all right. 
You fellers that come down from The Great 
Plains goes on with your own cattle on the ships 
if ye want." 




Some of the lesser lights in the 

"Want more than ten shillings," said the sub- 
ject of their discussion. " Ten shillings for across 
the Atlantic ! Good Lord I " 

" There now ! What was I tellin' ye ? " asked 
Mike of Cockney. 

"What does he want comin' round?" said a 
man with eyes in which madness showed. 

' Did ye come down on the cars ? " asked Mike 

" No — I didn't come down with cattle. I can't 
tell them that so as to jjet on." 

" There you are then 1 " cried he of the mad 
eyes, and walked away. 

Mike looked frowningly at the young man. 

"Well, young feller," he said, "you've no cause 
for worry. It doesn't matter whether ye came 
down in the cattle cars or not. That hat of yours 
will get ye the first chance." 

Some of them laughed, and he turned and 
looked scathingly at them, but did not deign to 
explain that he was serious. Cockney, who had 
understood the significance of Mike's words, if 
he did not now come over exactly as ally to the 


newcomer, at least withdrew from his position as 
a possible enemy. 

" That's right I " he declared. " That's the kind 
of 'at the fellers wear up there w'ere the cattle 
comes from. You hask thirty shillings. You 
know about cattle any'ow wiv that 'at. They'll 
bring yer down to a quid. Well, that's all right 
ain't it ? Good luck." 

The others seemed to see the justice of this. 
Mike hitched his belt and regained his position 
as Bull of that herd by saying: " Pay no attintion 
to thim " 

"To me?" yelled Cockney, breaking in. 

"That's all right, that's all right," said Mike 
soothingly to him. " You're all right. See, young 
feller,"— to the man with the Stetson hat— "you 
come over here beside me and I'll tell you when 
there's a chance." 

The young fellow came toward him. 

" Cfood luck I " said Cockney. 

" What / get," added Mike," " is none of their 

"Well," said the young fellow, "ten bob to 
'tend cattle across the Atlantic seems pretty 
poor. I'll ask thirty." 



" Well, ye can't do better than that, can ye ? " 
answered Mike. " Askin' it, I mane." 

Cockney whirled round upon someone who had 
muttered, and thrust forward his face at the end 
of an elastic neck. 

" No, he's not — 'e's not goin' over fer nuthin' I 
Didn't yer 'ear 'im say ? I bet yer 'e'll go over 
fer more'n you." 

A short broad man, somewhat like Mike in 
miniature, declaimed: "What's the use o' listen- 
ing ? Can't believe anybody. I hear a feller say : 
* I wouldn't go over for ten shillings — wouldn't 
go over for less than two quid.' Believe he goes 
over just to get across — for nothing." 

Several, at this, glanced grinning at the young 
man whom Mike had befriended. 

" No," said the miniature edition of Mike, " I 
don't mean him. He's not a liar anyhow. I can 
tell that. I mean fellers that talks and talks about 
what they would do and what they wouldn't do." 

" Pay no attintion to thim fellers," said Mike, 
less talking to the newcomer in particular than 
generally, to those in the group who had ears to 
hear. And then to his new friend : " You didn't 
come down in the cars then, young feller ? " 



" I've come from the West," answered the young 

" That's good enough," said Mike, in the accents 
of one instilling hope. " There's no need to answer 
what they don't ask. You look as if you came 
from beyant. Let yer hat spake for ye. Here he 
comes now." 

Hands behind back, walking slow, came a man 
of forty or so, lean, grizzled, projecting himself 
with easy swinging steps toward the " Push," look- 
rng at them, head bent, from under his brows, 
with eyes so calculating and keen that the glance 
might have been considered malevolent were it 
not for a faint smile, or suggestion of a smile, 
about his close-pressed lips. There was a fresh 
agitation among the " Push," as of a pool when a 
stone is dropped therein. Mike stood a little more 
erect and drew his chin back. The aristocratic- 
looking Jack— in some queer way, despite his old, 
seedy, hand-me-down garments, he was almost 
dandyish— hands in pockets, jacket wrir'cled up 
behind, body canted backwards, strolled out of 
the group a step or two with eyes on the man who 
advanced upon them, and strolled back again, as 
one who would draw attention to himself. 
" Is this one of the bosses ? " inquired the youn- 


man who had come by kind request if not exactly 
under Mike's wing at least to his side. 

Mike gave a brief nod and closed one eye. 

" Candlass," he said ; and Candlass coming now 
level with them, Mike leant towards him and 
made a grimace which evidently Candlass under- 
stood. The others, at this, tried to crowd in 
between them. Candlass frowned grimly, opened 
a door in that latticed barricade b'^tweenshed and 
wharf-side, and passed through. The " Push "— 
one might now have - hint of the derivation of 
its name — flocked aft^i- him, but he stood in the 
narrow entrance way and considered it over his 
shoulder as a man looks at a bunch of doubtful 
dogs that snap at his heels. Mike commented, 
in the background : " What are yez all crowding 
for ? He'll tell ye when he wants us." Candlass 
closed the gate in the barricade, moved slowly 
away, but was still to be seen by those outside. 
He walked along the wharf looking up at the iron 
wall of the S.5. Glory that lay there, considered the 
high-sided cattle gangways that stretched up to 
the hull. Then he turned away and disappeared 
in the rear of the nearest shed, to reappear anon 
with a stout, fatherly man whose clothes had the 
appearance of rather being made to measure than 



reached off a hook. This man seemed to be try- 
ing to look grim, but when Candlass swung over 
to the barricade, whipped open the door, and 
wheeled back aga^n as a sign to the " Push " to 
enter— and they did enter— any mere looker-on 
could have seen a quick droop of his eyelids, a 
momentary biting of his lip as of a man who is 
hurt in some way. \ nere was a deal of the milk 
of human kindness about Mr. Smithers, whari- 
manager of the St. Lawrence Shipping and Trans- 
port Co., and he never became used to the Hard 
Cases. He often wanted to know all about them, 
where they were born, how they lived, what they 
thought of it all. Some of the men, out of their 
breast-pockets, were tentatively withdrawing 
bundles of discharge papers lest John Candlass 
might care to see them. Candlass looked over 
the crowd again as it thronged into the St. Law- 
rence shed. He spoke now, for the first time, 
and his voice was amazingly quiet. 

" I don't want you," he said to one man, with a 
quick lift of his eyebrows; and the man went out 
backwards, and swiftly, suggesting in his manner 
that he was ready either to put up a fight if pur- 
sued, or to turn tail and run the moment he passed 



through the barrier again. He backed away from 
the sultry and quiet Candlass much as a lion- 
tamer leaves a cage. Another man prepared to 
follow him, yet not as if whole-hearted in his 
retreat. Candlass had an eye on him. 

"Er " he began, in the tone of one who 

considers to himself. The retreating man heard 
this and paused like a weather-cock in a lull, 
looked at Candlass, and Candlass looked at him. 
They studied each other thus in a way that made 
the others, brief though the time of study might 
be, realise that there had been some prior under- 
standing or misunderstanding, between the two. 

" Well," said Candlass, still in that low voice, 
"if you think you can behave yourself." 

The man's expression changed. A waggish look 
came on his face 

•' All right, Mr. Candlass." 

"All right then," said Candlass. "You can 
wait around and I'll see— if I don't get plenty 
otherwise. Leave it that way." 

Candlass looked over the group once more, then 
nodded to Mr. Smithers. 

"All right. Come this way, boys," said Mr. 
Smithers. But though he straightened his back 



and thrust his neck into his collar in the recognised 
attitude of people who are not to be trifled with, 
there was something paternal that he could not 
efface from himself as he walked over to a little 
office on wheels that stood in a backward comer 
of the shed. In the wall of this box contrivance 
a small window opened on his arrival, and a clerk 
was beheld within. 
Candlass said : " Line up, boys ; one at a time." 
Mike elbowed himself to leading position, look- 
ing round at his new friend. " You come with me, 
lad." And when some grumbled, "Well, well," 
he said. "We all have a chance." 

The man to whom Candlass had decided to give 
another trial strolled backward and s'ood beyond 
the group so as to be last in the string. 

" Now then, come along," said Smithers, and 
tapped twice with the end of a fountain pen on 
the little ledge before the diminutive window. 
The "Push," realising that all would have a 
chance, seeing how few there were, did not crowd 
now. There was more of: "You go ahead"— 
" No, that's all right, you go 1 "—than of anxiety. 
One by one they stepped up to the wicket, to 
one side of which Smithers leant, and in front oi 




which Candlass had taken his stand. Each in 
turn exchanged a few quiet words with these two ; 
the clerk within, pen in hand, bent over his tome, 
giving car at the window. Once or twice Cand- 
lass looked round and beckoned to a man, when 
the group, milling instead of retaining the queue, 
was slow to decide who should go next. He did 
this by raising a hand, thumb and forefinger in 
air, looking keen and cold in some man's eye, and 
then flicking down the forefinger and dropping 
his hand to his side again. While this signing 
on was still in progress there entered the shed, 
slowly swinging his legs forward, clad in dirty 
khaki, large-hatted like the young man of whom 
we have already heard, a close-lipped, short-nosed 
youth. Candlass remarked him as he came in 
and said : " All right, you. Come ahead." 

" One of the fellows what come down in the 
cars," it was suggested, or explained. 

A little later there came a man in a long coat, 
tweed cap, heavy boots, leggings, wearing spec- 

"What's this blown in?" one asked. 

Smithers, by the side pf the wicket, drew a 
deep breath. 



''All right. Come ahead," called Candlass. 
"Did that come down in the cars?" inquired a 
little pale-faced, thin-handed youngster. 

Mike, standing over to one side with those who 
had already signed on, offered explanation: 

" He's one of them young fellers from up be- 
hind somewheres. Comes from feedin' pigs, and 
doin' the chores, and what they call learnin' 
farmin'." He noticed that his newly adopted 
friend had allowed some others to precede him 
and had not yet signed on. "Go on there for- 
ward, young feller," he admonished. " Take your 
turn there after Four Eyes with the coat." 

"Go on, then, go on," chorussed several of the 
"Push," and he who, though he wore the Hat of 
the Great Plains, had not come down on the 
cars with cattle, as indeed had that other large- 
hatted recent arrival, stepped up to the wicket. 
The onlookers noticed that with him, as with 
others, there was evidently a little bargaining 
being done. 

"No— 'e's not goin' fer nuthin'; Vs all right," 
said Cockney to Mike. 

Mike merely turned his head toward Cockney 
and then turned it away again. 


When the young man to whom Mike had extended 
kindness passed from the wicket, having agreed 
to tend cattle across the Atlantic for the sum of 
fifteen shillings, he found that he had already been 
christened. Perhaps his lack of diffidence in 
signing his name in the book which was turned 
round to him by the clerk, after the quiet discussion 
of terms was over, had suggested the new name 
to Mike, 

"That's right. Scholar," he said. 

"How much are you going to get?" asked the 
Inquisitive One, jumping forward, left shoulder 
advanced, and thrusting his face close to Scholar. 

"He's after getting as much as you!" said 
Mike. "Don't you be telling him. Scholar, or 
he'll be running back to the wicket and saying: 
*I want as much as the other feller there.'" 

The Inquisitive One contented himself by look- 
ing at Mike's boots, trousers and belt, torn waist- 
coat, shirt, and black-and-white scarf, briefly at 
his face, and then, turning about, executed a heel 





and toe movement of right foot and left foot 
alternately, looking at the others and inclining 
his head towards Mike, in a kind of silent, non- 
committal: "You observe?" Mike, too, observed, 
as his slight drawing erect signified, the slight 
toss of his chin, a dismissing toss, somewhat 
leonine. Then his eye rested on the youth in 
the long coat, and disapproval was in his eye. 
He had no objection to cattlemen in big hats 
from "beyant," \/ho had come down in the cars 
with cattle, continuing across the Atlantic. He 
had no objection to other young en in big hats, 
who had not come down with cattle, but who 
wanted to cross the Atlantic. But that heavy, 
stolid, long-coated, legginged, spectacled lout 
seemed to him an indignity thrust upon them. 
He studied him a long while, with his weight 
now upon left foot, right advanced, toe tapping 
the cobbles, anon shifting weight to his right foot, 
leaning back, left foot advanced and left shoulder 
almost in a fighting attitude. The man in the 
long coat did not seem to be one of them. He 
might be going over this way simply to save 
money, not because he was hard up. It was dif- 
ferent with the short-nosed man in the old soiled 



khaki ; he did not seem to be by any means on 
his uppers, but he looked as one to whom all this 
was part of the day's work. His arrival had shown 
more tl-^arly that Scholar might not be typical of 
men from " beyant," or " the Great Plains where 
the cattle comes from," despite his hat, but Scholar 
s» ill remained not anathema ; he was brown with 
the sun and the open air, and he had that touch 
of vagabondape that made him welcome although 
an outsider. He had coiTie into their midst with 
an air of " If you don't mind, boys," but that long- 
coated, and leggined, and spectacled one didn't 
come in at all ; he was just there. Mike had to 
ask the opinions of the others at this stage. 

" What do you think of that ? " he said quietly. 
" Is that a Jonah ? Don't like the look of it. 
Looks a Jonah." 

Long Jack's partner, whose name was Johnnie, 
and who had a way of varying the double-shuf- 
fling to the mouth-organ by striking belligerent 
attitudes at the others and making feints at them 
with a fist, paused in his mixture of double-shuifle 
and pugilistic rehearsal, to look at the subject 01 
Mike's doubt. 

" That / " he said. He peered at him, walked a 



whirler Tu"' "'■"' "•'"^ "^ "«-« ""'oof. 
wh rled on h,s heel, and co„,i„g back ,o the group 

raised a (is, as if ,o smi.e and announced : " He' 
one of ,h,, ,^^, ^^^ ^^ ^^ ^^^ H 

^arms, up m the bush—h If «.1N, r 

fh*.«, f .. . . ®'''>^' farmers iret 

them for their boarH • Jearn tn r^.ii, . 

u , ' '*^arn to milk cows shnvpl 

horse dung, and all that." 

'' Vus," said Cockney. " That's wot 'e is " 
M'kes expression was like that of a man 
disgusted. Had h*. ««. i , •*' °' a man 
r.nHi ^ ^''"^^'^>' t°'^ them this ? 

C ndlass put an end. for the time being to 
farther speculation. ^' 

orl^'^ r '° '^' "'''" ^^^^' >^«" fellows " he 
ordered, " and you'll see som Koi c^ 

CuUhe^openLdbeddC " ''"""'"^• 


-- .ano.e. de. caJ r aCr 

" '"f ''"•" ''« =^''d. " there's no sense in dirtyinir 
your shoes before yenade eo, and heied eX 
to the second gangway, which was canted up'o 

no: rcrs:irfor:hr ■ ^^--"-° 




" Oh, all right," said Candlass, as he saw his 
men going up in two portions. " It's all the same." 
But he called after those who were going up to 
the lower deck : " Don't you fellows hang about 
down there when you get aboard." 

They nodded, and some responded with an 
"Aye, aye, sir," and up they ran, talking and 
laughing among themselves in jeering fashion. 
Candlass stood on the dock and waited till they 
were on board, so that those that turned their 
heads, when they stepped on deck, to look down, 
met his eye. The " Push " gathered on the main 
deck. Those who had gone direct to it, looking 
down the hatches, could see, what those who had 
cohic .M> the otlicr way already knew, that the 
lower deck cattle were already all on board. 
The full complement was already there; and 
beyond the docks were now the cling-clang of an 
advancing bell, a locomotive bell, and more 
lowing of cattle. Amidships many bales of hay 
had been tumbled. 

" Now we want an axe," said Mike. 

" There's a queer fellow below with an axe," 
volunteered one of those who had come up by 
the lower deck. " Here he comes." 



He came. He came as if to slaughter them all 
a man of maybe fifty, shirt open, one brace sus- 
ammg his trousers, bald-headed, almost tooth- 
less, scarred upon the forehead. He was neither 
fat nor lean, showing at once many protuberant 
bones, cheek and chin and breast bones, and 
rolls of fat under chin, and on abdomen, to which 
h.ssh,rt clung, damp from excessive labourin the 
stuiTy sh.p. He charged upon the bales of hay 
smote furiously at the wires that bound them 
heedless of the possible scratches when th^y 
sprung apart, and yelling, " Here you are '. Roll 
,t away-roll that away now." rolled thebaic over 
himself so that it fell apart as in compressed 
cakes or slices. "Well, if you won't rol'carry 
b^'anTd 7^"' "'" ""■ ■''""'« '"^ "-^ 
armfuls and hastened ofl' to shake and to tease 
out these armfuls into the strong pens ranged all 
round the sh.p's sides and down the ship's centre 
ranged so closely that if two men passed abreast' 

hey ad need to be slender men Hardly had 
they mshed coming and going on this employ, 
nient tha^ the k-yi-ingof men's voices, and the 
lowmg of beasts caused the bedders-.^own to 



pause and give ear. The man who had brok?r» 
open the bales suddenly appeared again, sore im- 
ing oaths. " Come along here, and tie up ! " 

Blundering up the deck, up the gangway, came 
steer after steer. When they found themselves 
aboard, with bars such as the corral bars that they 
knew of old before them, they wheeled sharply 
and away they went running, lowing, away for- 
ward, then across the ship and down the other 
side. The man with the axe rushed across, and 
every here and there thrust a plank from front 
barrier to ship's side, turning the long corral that 
ran round the ship into many smaller pens. Then 
came a cessation in the river of steers that ran 

" Come over here and I'll show you. Scholar," 
said Mike. What Mike had to show to the ten- 
derfoot cattleman was how to take the ropes that 
hung all along the pen fronts, throw them over 
the steers' necks, pull the slack end through a 
hole in the flat front board, knot it, and then let 
it go. The hole in each case was only large 
enough to admit of the rope, consequently the 
knot upon the end was all that was necessary for 
making fast. It was a duty not without some 

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excitement, for the steers, arranged now in pens, 
thanks to the boards that the Mad Boss had 
thrust across (five, six, or seven to a pen), would 
persist in milling. Round and round they moved, 
and before each pen a man, or two men, worked. 
After a few minutes the steers in the pen before 
which Mike and Scholar laboured had each a rope 
tied round its r .ck. That was the first duty done, 
not without scrimmage. And now they went on 
to the second part of that work, the making fast. 
As steer by steer was hauled up to the board, and 
the rope pulled through, there was trouble. 

" Watch your hands ! " shouted Mike, hanging 
on to a halter while Scholar tried to affix the knot. 
His shout was barely in time. The steer Hung 
backward, and smack went Scholar's hand against 
the board, for he still clung tenaciously to the 
rope's end. " All right ! " he replied, for he had 
succeeded in making the knot just in time, and 
when the steer strained back the knot also 
smacked on the board." A tug of war began upon 
the next one. Farther away a sudden shout 
arose, and they looked along the deck. The Mad 
Boss, who had been armed with an axe a short 
time previously, was now blaspheming against 



the ship's side. He had jumped into one of the 
pens, armed with a stick, in an endeavour to make 
the animals face the front board, and on- of them 
now had propped itself against him. There was 
an unholy glee on the faces of some of the men, 
those who looked upon the squeeze that he was 
getting as good punishment for his method of 
treating them. 

- You, you " he half gurgled, half shouted 

a series of scathing names at them. He caught 
Scholar's eye. " Can't you lend a hand here ? " 

Scholar could lend a hand. He grabbed up a 
piece of stick and vaulted into the pen. After 
all, he had signed on as a cattleman, and a l^ng 
horn must not intimidate him. He hoped ' 
even if he had not signed on his pause be ore 
leaping to the rescue would have been of no longer 
duration. The very close proximity of the steers 
among which he leapt was his salvation. There 
was not room for them to run upon him, heads 
down. He gave two twists to the tail of the 
steer that had pinned the mad foreman; it re- 
laxed and swung round facing the tying board, 
where Mike adroitly grabbed the rope, hauled the 
loose end through, and knotted it— just in time. 



Back went the animal's head, and smack came 
the knot against the board. 

"Now, you," said the mad-looking boss to 
Scholar. " Take care of yourself. I'm all right 
now— aisy there. Slip over." 

Scholar watched for his chance ; but he did not 
shp over. The chance came to slip under, and 
he did so, coming on to the alley-way with a kind 
of side dive, while the man to whose rescue he 
had gone, seizing a favourable opportunity, 
dodged into the neighbouring pen and from thence 
gained the alley-way. 

" That's being a man I " he said, nodding to 
Scholar. " Rafferty won't forget ye." 
" Who is he ? " asked Scholar of Mike. 
" Him ? Oh, he's bossing the Lower Deck, but 
he's come up here till Candlass comes aboard, I 

Perhaps two hours later this instalment of 
steers was all tied up, and the remaining space of 
deck, awaiting the next batch, was almost all 
strewn with hay. Many of the men seemed bored. 
There was a constant hinting that an adjournment 
for liquor should be made. Candlass had not yet 
appeared ; Rafferty had disappeared ; the " Push 





was alone, and Mike seemed to be half in com- 

"I tell yez," he said, "there's nobody going 
ashore till the bedding-down's finished." 

"Candlass didn't tell you to " began he 

who has been spoken of as a kind of diminutive 

" Never mind what Candlass told me. I'm tell- 
ing you that if Candlass comes aboard and finds 
that we havon't finished bedding-down entcirely 
it's me he'll jump on." 

"Well, good luck, here's beddin'-dahn," said 

Mike drew erect, stretched, blew a great breath, 
and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. 

" I could be doing with a drop meself," he said, 
" but duty's duty." 

There was a halt in the arrival of the hay. 

"Where's them lads bringing the nay?" he 

" Perhaps there ain't no more bales," said 

It might have been the Devil that prompted 
Scholar at that moment. Perhaps he was feeling 
ajittle gay after his bout with the steers ; perhaps 


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he .bought how funny it would be if Mike led 
the way ashore for refreshment after having so 
recently proclaimed that no man would go ashore 
for that purpose until the bedding-down was over. 

n>en hat he appreciated the fact that they had 
not all cold-shouldered him as an outsider' and 

coud.h,„k of only one way to do it that would 
seem expressive to them. 

^^■^Well," he said, "let me stand the treat any- 

Mike turned upon him. 

"Do you mane it? "he asked. 
Scholar nodded. 

"Come along, boys," cried Mike 

It now appeared that many of them had already ' 

several others were gone. The cowboy was no- 
where to be seen; the man of the long coat and 
spectacles was all alone, making some knots lore 

reupon the ropes, tyingfresh ones on those th 
had been knotted so near the end as to sugges 
to a watchful eye that a few vigorous r.TJ 



make them give. 

We'll lave him," said Mike 

and those few 



who remained hurried to depart, clustering round 
Mike and Scholar. A bo'sun at the gangway 
said : " There's some more cattle coming up. you 

" Let them come," replied Mike. " Everything's 
ready for them." 

One of the " Push " told the bo'sun that there 
was a parson along there, with spectacles on, who 
would tie them up, and down the gangway went 
the crowd. Scholar perhaps need not have been 
so greatly vexed afterwards for having carried 
these men away. As they went down the gang- 
way they woke to the fact that they were the only 
cattlemen left. The others, who had come aboard 
with them under Candlass's eye, had been more 
alert to note when the Mad Boss turned his back, 
and had already hastened off to amuse themselves 
before sailing. Great sizzling lights were by now 
lit above the wharf. Back in the shadows of the 
shed could be seen many tossing horns. Neither 
Candlass nor the Mad Boss interrupted them. 
Smithers was not about; perhaps he had gone 
home to supper. Outside the lath partition was 
a little new mob^f dead-beats, and some of those 
going out recognized friends there and hailed 



them There was a smell of docks, and of cattle 
and of gram ; there was much noise of iron Jl 

t ve bells, h,ss of the new-lit lights. Things were 

a^^^-Uust uncertain enough light for a man hi; 
and there to stub a toe on a stretched hawser. 

l7T."" "'""'"'^ P^'^ '""^•»'' fading pink 
howed the aftermath of the da,, high, fa ^J' 



Lamplight and daylight blent in the waterfront 
streets, and as the little crowd of men left the 
more open wharf front, where there was also some 
reflected last daylight from the docks and the 
river, a looker-on might have been touched 
deeply, seeing the quick-going day, the gathering 
shadows in the gulches of the streets, the lighting 
up of the saloons, and that knot of men, more 
homeless than sparrows, drifting across the 
twihght. And they were not of the bottom rung 
at least not in their own estimation. A man in 
the uniform of the Salvation Army passed by 
and that member of the " Push " who looked like 
a squat Mike, and whose name, it transpired, was 
Michael, turned to Scholar and commented • " I 
suppose the Salvation Army does some good in 
Its own way-among the lowest classes " And 
again a few paces on, when one of the men in the 
rear broke out: ''Here, where are you fellows 
going? What's the matter with this?" Michael 
looked over his shoulder and 

shook his head 





dissent; and a little further still, as the man 
behind was still wanting to know what was the 
matter with the saloon in question : " We don't 
want to go in there," Michael said. " There ain't 
enough of us. That's a bad, low-down joint." 
" Scared, are you ? " jeered the other. 
"There's a bad push goes in there," said 
Michael, " and you don't stand a show if you're 
not in the swing." 
" Go on I What cou.- they do ? " 
It would appear that Michael felt his powers 
of explaining inadequate. 

"Mike," he said, "here's a fellow v ^ts to 
know what they would do with him back there." 
" What they would do to him, is it ? " asked 
Mike. " It all depinds whether he feels in his 
pocku.s and fetches oui the nate money as if it 
was his last nickel." 
The man behind seemed interested. 
" Supposing I put down fifty cents ? " he said. 
Mike looked at him witheringly. 
" You'd have to spind the change on thim," he 
" But if ye want to see the whole thing for 


yoursilf, my device to you, me lad, is to plant 
down a dollar-if ye have it. If ye hadn't plenty 
of fighting friends with ye, ye might just as well 
iiand it to them. If it's a rough house ye're 
wantin', we might all go in and oblige ye, but 
spakin' for mesilf, I'm wantin' a quiet drink." 

"1 hat's fight," Michael commented quietly, 
with a nod to Scholar, by whose side he marched.' 
" Partner of mine once went in there. I think 
meself that some fellow slipt up and drugged his 
beer, for when he comes near the tail of the glass 
he feels kind of funny, ye know, and he came 
outside. He wa-^ for walking out into the mair 
streets, and then he thinks some bull would arrest 
him for drunk and incapable, for he could hardly 
stand ; so he turns the other way and two fellows 
came up to him and began . ng to him, and 
asks him what's the matter, and he tumbles to it 
and tries to walk back the other way again. One 
of them fellows comes the one side of him 
and the other the other side, and they says : 
' You come along with us, where the bulls won't 
get you.' And while he's puzzling out which is 
better, the bulls or them, ye see— well, he doesn't 
know any more, ye see. And the next he does 




know, he's wondering where he is anyhow, for the 
things he's after seeing. Its the backs of the 
wharfs all upside down, ye see. He's lying there 
with nothing on him but his pants. The hat on 
his head, his shirt and his coat, with his discharge 
papers in it, they've skinned off him ; and his 
boots ; and him after having a dollar stowed away 
in each boot." 

" Here you are. Scholar, then," said Mike, in 
advance, and swung into a saloon, a ramshackle 
sawdusted place, where, behind a short counter, 
a lean, sharp-faced man in shirt sleeves looked 
at them in a way reminiscent of a weasel. All 
entered with a swagger, each man with whatever 
change of face was his change of face before pos- 
sible trouble. Mike jerked up his right shoulder, 
jerked up his left, hitched his belt, seemed to 
heave his chest up, and broaden his whole torso. 
Cockney curved his back, curved also his arms, 
making the swing of them, instead of by his side, 
left and right, in front of him, and thrust his face 
forward, craning his neck. Michael put one hand 
in his pocket, half-closed his eyes, and slowly, 
and without expression, his guarded gaze roved 
from occupant to occupant of the place. The 


man with the dangerously mad eyes, who it 
appeared was called Harry, but was referred to 
simply as Queer, merely sneered slightly, an 
unpleasant sneer, a one-sided sneer that showed 
a tooth. The Inquisitive One danced into the 
place; his name had not yet transpired, but it 
seemed to be " him," with nn indicatory jerk of 
the thumb, at which he did not take open umbrage, 
only now and then giving his roving glance from' 
foot to head of whoever thus referred to him. 
But if he danced in gaily he was none the less 

Somebody spoke, and Mike interrupted with : 
" Where's your manners ? Can't you let the man ' 
that's going to stand treat ask you what you're 
going to be after having, without shouting your 
order like that ? " And they lined up against the 
bar, on which the barman put the palms of his 
hands, standing before them. 

"Well, what will you have, Mike?" asked 
Scholar. It was the first time he had given him 
his name, and Mike acknowledged it with a nod. 
He turned to the bar-keeper. 

" I'll have a schooner of beer," he said. 

Michael, catching Scholar's eye, nodded to him. 






and then to the bar-keeper. " The same for me," 
he said 

The barman looked along the row and received 
a series of nods. He glanced at Scholar, elevating 
his brows, and Scholar inclined his head, and the 
monster nominal glasses, but really glass jugs with 
handles, came swift almost as conjuring, one after 
the other, on to the counter. 

"Well, here's looking at ye," said Mike, "and 
good luck." 

"Well, here's good luck," said Michael. 

The phrase passed along, and the great jugs 
were held up and the quaffing began. Mike drank 
a quarter of his, and then turned his back to the 
bar, and surveyed the room. Over in a corner a 
faint disturbance arose, sounds of altercation, 
somebody telling someone else that he would push 
his face in. Mike looked into the corner, impas- 
sive. He leant forward and dragged a high stool 
over to the counter. 

"Come and sit here beside me, Scholar," he 

The narrow swing doors opened; a slight 
draught of air, cooler than the air within, caused 
them to glance round. A furtive and evil face 



showed for a moment in the middle of the strip 
of dark, blue night, and then was withdrawn. 
Michael looked at Mike to see if he had noticed 
that observer who came and went. Scholar sat 
up on the high stool. 

" I don't know if you're fond of entering into 
scraps," said Mike quietly. " But don't you do it. 
It's a way some of these fellows have. Hearken 
to 'em now I " 

This half-dozen or so of the 'f Push " of the 
5.S. Glory applied itself to its beer, and to talk, 
two by two. It had the air of partitioning itself 
off from the rest of the house ; it was a private 

" Order ! " cried the bar-keeper, shoving his chin 
at those in the noisy corner. " Order, please ! " 

A man danced from the corner, beseeching an- 
other to "stand out." Scholar glanced in the 
direction of the group from which he had come, 
and it struck him that one or two faces there were 
turned more toward the men of the Gloty than 
toward the combative person. At one small table, 
that stood all by itself, there had been, so far, 
a newspaper and two red fists ; the newspaper came 
down now a little way and a face looked over the 





top, a face as red as the fists that had shown on 
each side. The bar-keeper's hands were flat on 
the counter again ; he was looking (almost stupidly 
It seemed) at the man who desired trouble but 
now h,s eye roved toward the face that appeared 
over the newspaper's top. 

"Order, sir!" he said again, looking once more 
at the man who had stood up and forth to demand 

Mike drained his glass; his eves were very 
bright. He turned, and leaning against the coun- 
ter, looked at the belligerent one, met his eye 
cleared his throat oddly, and heaved up his chest' 
It struck Scholar that the beer acted quickly 
upon Mike. 

'■' Well, will you fight me then ? " said the man 
catching Mike's eye. ' 

Mike took a fierce step forward-he who had 
but a moment ago advised Scholar to keep out of 
such trouble. The eyes of the bar-keeper and of 
the man behind the newspaper again met. Down 
went the newspaper, up came the man He 
walked over to the blusterer and addressed a knot- 
hole in the planks before his feet. 

" I'll have to ask you to get out," he said, speak- 

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ing to the knot-hole, and then glanced at the 

'• I don't have to 1 " 

The actions were then as quick as when two 
cats, the preamble over, decide to come to grips. 
A whirl of arms and legs went down the middle 
of the saloon, the swing doors swept left and right 
and closed again, and the big man was alone now, 
his eye upon the doors as they wavered to a 

"There you are I" said Michael to Scholar. 
"That's what I told you—this is a good class 

" Drink up 1 Drink up ! " ordered Mike, " and 
we'll have some more." 

But four rational glasses of beer in one seemed 
sufficient for Scholar. 

" We'd better get back I think," he said. " The 
rest of the cattle will be coming on board." 

"Oh, but indade I must stand treat now!" 
answered Mike. 

"Can't you get a glass of beer here?" asked 
Scholar, accentuating the " glass." 

" Them is the glasses of beer here," said Mike. 
" Come along boys, drink up I " he repeated ; and 


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he glanced at the door with a kind of hilarity in 
his eye. 

" When will she sail, do you think ? " sdid the 
Inquisitive One. 

"She can't go out before four or five in the 
morning," said Mike. "Give us all the same 
again, Mr. Bar-keeper." 

Those who had not finished made haste to do 
so, and the glasses were replenished. The man 
who had thrown out the belligerent one had not 
again taken his seat. He w. s looking sadly, 
moodily, at the swing doors. He might have been 
brooding over some domestic trouble by the look 
of him. Then he turned about, still looking heav- 
ily at the floor, walked rearwards, hands behind 
back, and took up a position towards the end of 
the saloon, legs spraddled, swaying up on his toes 
and coming down on his heels again gently. 

" He's after freezing them out," said Michael, 
seeing Scholar glance at the man of moody 
weight. The noisy group had probably a like 
opinion of his brooding proximity, drained its 
glasses, rose and passed to the door. The heavy 
man walked slowly in the rear. It was composed 
of some tough-looking units ; but Scholar, who 


had come down from the lumbercamps of Michigan, 
was not intimidated by their scowling faces. One 
of them jostled Cockney's elbow, and he turned 
round, lean and humped like a weasel; but the 
big man, following just a step behind, thrust his 
big hand between Cockney and the jostler, and 
admonished : " Now then, now then. Move on, 
please I " 

Michael nodded his head again to Scholar, 
logged him with an elbow. 

"See?" said he. "See? There's nothing on 
here between the people behind the bar and the 
people in front, same as in some of them." 

" I see," said Scholar. 
Hardly had the last of these ugly fellows de- 
parted than the Inquisitive One plucked his elbow 
and drew him aside, and Scholar was amazed to 
notice that his utterance was thick as he whis- 
pered, a blend of ingratiation and intimidation in 
his face : " How much are you getting for the 
trip over ? " 

" Look here— none of that whispering I " said 
Mike, the heavy, ready-to-smite look, with which 
he had watched the departure of the dubious 
throng, still on his face. " If you fellows have 






anything to say, say it. Here's a schooner of 
beer untouched, too ! " 

Scholar turned about. 

" My inside isn't big enough to take another 
glass of that size," he declared. 

" "^^^'s booking at you, then ! " said Michael, 
and, lifting the glass jug, he opened his throat, 
and holding it rigid as if it were a filler, 
poured the contents down. 

"There y'are!" said Mike. "There y'are I 
That's a gintleman 1 That's a gintleman ! " And 
there was a faint thickness in his speech too, as 
though his tongue was spongy. - 1 was niver 
mixed up with such a push in me life— what with 
whisperin' together and drinking another man's 

Cockney broke out, in a jeering voice, eyeing 
thei Inquisitive One and Scholar : "How much 
are you getting for the trip ? Tell me, and see 
if yer getting something mor'n me." 

"01, is that what he's after whispering?" 
said Mike. 

The stubby Michael calight Scholar by the 
elbow and drew him away from the inquisitor, 
who went back to his place at the bar to drain 
his glass in an offended manner. 



"You see, it's like this," began Michael, sway- 
ing ever so little towards Scholar. " What these 
fellows do is this : one of them gets up a row with 
you, and one of the others comes in as if he was 
separatin' you. 'Pay no attention to him,' he 
says. 'Pay no attention to him. You come 
along of me. You're a good man wantin' to fight 
when you're insulted, but he's drunk. Pay no 
attention to him. Come along of me.' And the 
other fellows say : ' Come along of us I ' But 
they're all of the one push, see ? And when you 
go off with them to talk about the things you 
would be doin' if they hadn't separated you, ye 
never know when it's goin' to end. The way 
that them landsharks goes around looking for 
honest seamen " 

A roaring bellow from Mike interrupted this. 
Evidently he had spoken before. 

" I'm askin' ye—I'm askin' ye— I'm askin' yez 
—are ye goin' to have another drink ? " he de- 
manded. '• Whisperin' like a lot of girls I " 

While he was roaring thus, entered two men, 
blue-capped and shabbily attired, clean as to face 
and half the neck, but showing tide marks of 
scanty washings. 





I' Hallo, Mike I " one of them said. 
"Well, bejabbers, and how's yourself?" an- 
swered Mike. Here was clearly not a case of new 
and fraudulent friends, for Mike evidently knew 
them both; having shaken hands with the first he 
required no introduction to the second, extended 
his great hand, shook warmly, and cried : " How 
are you ? Have a drink with me ! " 

"Have a drink with me," said the man who had 
first hailed Mike, and he ordered and paid for 
three glasses of beer. Suddenly he glanced over 
his shoulder at the other men. 

"Are these fellows " he began. 

" Oh, indade I " said Mike. " Tbim fellers is 
aither too short in the neck to take more, or they 
have saycrets to whisper." 

Some of the men near the door had gone out 
and now the door swung open again, and one 
shouted: "Shake a leg, push of the 5.S. Glon f 
Crew of the 5.5. Glory, shake a legl " 
"What's the time?" said Scholar, astonished 
It can't be late yet. This place is still open." 
" 'E thinks 'e's in England," said Cockney, but 
joyful, not malevolent. " The first thing yer no- 
tice in this 'ere country is them bills—' Open day 



hand night '—and the next thing is the size of 
them glasses. They look long at first, but you 
get used to everythink. I could do wiv 'em long- 
er." He drained his glass. "Longer fer me! 
Longer fer me ! " he began to sing, making for the 
door. Evidently the strains of a Salvation Army \ 
song outside had come to his ears through the 
voices and clatter of the place, for as the doors 
swung now with the men tumbling out. Scholar 
heard the beat of a drum and voices singing: 
" That will be glory, glory for me I " Cockney 
danced along the street, his wide trousers flap- 
ping about his lean shanks, laughing and singing: 
•' Longer fer me ! Longer fer me ! " 
" Come on, Mike I " shouted the last of them. 
" Tell them to cast off if I don't come I " he re- 
plied. "I've met ould friends— and I'm drinkin'." 
" Come along, Mike," Michael hailed. 
" Come along, Mike," implored Scholar. There 
was something like pity in his eye for the great 
empty-stomached man. They were all empty- 
stomached— that is so far as to food ; and that 
beer had drugged and stupefied them. 

" To hell wid yez all ! " cried Mike ; and then 
through the haze in his eyes he peered along the 



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saloon at Scholar. •• Stay wid me, Scholar, stay 
wid me. Let the other leiiows go." 

•• I want to cross over," said Scholar. 

"Well, well— God bless you then. Don't let 
them fellers run it on ye," and Mike waved his 
hand and turned his back. Outside Michael held 
the door open with a foot, and when Scholar 
came out, Michael, withdrawing the foot, seemed 
to have some difficulty in balancing. Scholar 
caught his arm. 

" What are you holdin' me for?" said Michael. 
" There's nothing the matter with me ! " 

He persisted with this remark all the way to 
the corner in the rear of the others, varying it 
now and then with : " I'm all right." At the cor- 
ner were two men that Scholar recognized; one of 
them was the man with whom Mike had had half 
a mind to grapple, the thrower-down of the gaunt- 
let ; the other one was of the ejected gang. The 
former caught Scholar's eye in the lamplight. 

" Is the big fellow there still ?" he asked. 

Cockney, looking over his shoulder a few paces 
ahead, turned about, pausing in his singing of 
" Longer fer me! " and came back, craning lea 
thin duck. 



" Wot does 'e say ? Wot does 'e say ? " 
The two men eyed him coldly. 
" Wot does 'e say ? " repeated Cockney. 
" He wants to know if Mike's in there still," 
said Michael. 

"Wot does 'e want Mike for? Wot do you 
want Mike for ? " 

" We were speaking to this gentleman," said 
one of the men, but not the one who had spoken 
to Scholar. 

" O, you were, were you. Why can't yer speak 
for yerself ? " and Cockney turned to the other, he 
who had tried to lure Mike into combat. " Wot 
do you want him for ? " 

" It's none of your business ! " replied the man. 

" Yus it is ! We're shipmites I I'll give yer a 
bash in tl ear-'ole for tuppence! I'll put yer 
nose up ?v,jng yer 'air for ten cents ! Won't hi 
do instead ? We're shipmites, 'im and me." 

The man lunged at Cockney to deliver a blow ; 
and Cockney, with a wriggle and a snarl, smashed 
a blow in his assailant's wind, and, next moment, 
when they grappled, set his teeth in the man's 

•• Bull I " somebody shouted, so the farther com- 






bat of weasel and boar was not to be seen, for the 
call of " bull I " was genuine. There he was, there 
was the policeman pacing slowly towards them 
like a fate, broad, determined, left hand at side 
nonchalant, right hand slightly raised, nonchalant 
too, twirling his club gently at the end of its 
short leather wristlet— like a stout Georgian 
dandy, swinging a cane. 

None of the " Push " of the S.S. Glory had any 
desire to see the inside of a lock-up, and evidently 
the two men who had been curious regarding 
Mike's whereabouts, were not in league with the 
police. By the time that his c;„vv patrol brought 
him to the end of the b' -r,^ that bull had the 
pavement to himself; the two "toughs" had dis- 
appeared in one of the narrow streets, in one of 
its narrow entrances , the " Push " was stumbling 
about over hawsers and round bales on the dark 
wharf-side. The policeman, turning gently 
about, gave ear. He heard a thin sound of fiddles, 
a sound of clapping and table-thumping behind 
closed windows over at Dutch Ann's dance house ; 
the quick, coughing sound of a donkey-engine' 
somewhere along the docks, and a voice chanting • 
" Up again 1 "-pause-" All right I Up again 1 " 


Slow puffs of a locomotive drew near, sepul- 
chral clmg-clang of the bell ; there came a shout of 

voices :" Yo-ho I Let her go !■• a rattle of iron, 
a rattle of wheels over cobbles; and all through 
.h.s was a querulous lowing of cattle, puzzled, 
despondent, irritable, after their week's journey 
from the long green rolls of Alberta, from lush 
bottoms of the Milk River. 

The Salvation Army people had gone ; but away 
along towards where the masts and the smoke- 
«ack top of the S.S. Glory showed over the 
wharf. Cockney's voice sang high and piping and 
exulting : " Longer fer me I Longer fer mel " 


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Like unto a river in an arid land, like unto a 
river that dwindles instead of -pcreases, was the 
" Push " that headed for the Ghry. Smoke came, 
black and oily, into the electric-lighted night from 
her smoke-stack ; the cattle were all on board, but 
the tugs were not yet alongside. The absence of 
the tugs sent many of the men back again. Still, 
there was a sprinkling aboard. 

Scholar found his way to the cattlemen's 
quarters, a large safe of a place under the ring- 
ing iron poop, with bunks all round the walls and 
all over the Hoor space, the latter ones fixed 
between iron stanchions that ran from floor to 
ceiling. The place smelt already of fresh cattle 
and of beer. Coming down the companionway 
to it, it seemed that the few who weie there were 
rather dropping an ordinary word into strings of 
swear-words, than dropping a swear-word into 
their speech. Men lay here and there, men sat 
here and there on bunks. Some he recognized as 
having been at the signing-on ; some faces were 



new to him. Somebody asked him with many 
oaths who A^was, what Ag wanted; somebody else 
informed that inquirer that he must be drunk not 
to recognize the man. One man deplored that 
the money was all gone, and there could be no 
more drink ; another voice announced that that 
didn't matter, and need not be brooded over, being 
beyond mending. Scholar, looking round, noted 
that on various of the unoccupied bunks there lay 
some trivial article of apparel— on one a sock, on 
another a cap, and on another one half of a pair 
of braces I Somebody fell down the stairs and 
yelled, and a voice said: "Take that, then!" 
Men rose upon their elbows and blinked ; some 
rolled to their feet, rolled to the door. There 
were sounds of wild scrimmage up and down the 
stairs. Scholar noticed that many men seemed 
to take all this for granted ; even men whom it 
would be more fair to call " oiled " than drunk 
merely gave ear and reclined again. The sounds 
of fighting waxed and waned, ceased, dwindled 
out, abruptly began again, above— on the stairs. 
Now and then the combat surged into the cabin, 
or a fringe of it, other men coming down the 
stairs evidently taking sides in the original fight. 

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One of them reeled in, holding his head, sat down 
on a bunk, looked at his knuckles, shook his hand, 
and blood dropped from it. He had evidently 
given a blow, and had evidently received one, for 
his eye rapidly disappeared as the flesh around it 

Scholar felt a sense of relief when the great 
bulk of Mike appeared in the shadows outside; 
yet when Mike fairly entered, and was fully 
revealed in the hard glare of electric light that lit 
the place, he knew not whether to be relieved or 
otherwise. Mike seemed to have grown another 
inch, to have swelled, broadened, two or three; 
his eyes seemed at once bleared and brightly 

"Hallo, Scholar I" he hailed. "Have you 
claimed your bunk ? " 

Scholar did not understand. 

"Put something on your bunk," said Mike' 
" Something that 'tain't worth nobody's while to 

" 'Ere yer are— reserved seats ! " shouted Cock- 
ney, who had been asleep, and now awoke. 

Mike looked at a top bunk near the door and 
climbed on to it. Scholar sat down on a lower 


one in the middle of the deck. Men came and 
went. Several ugly pickpocket-faced youths clat- 
tered into the cabin, wandered round looking at 
the bunks and the sleepers. 

"I'm sorry I signed on!" grumbled one. 
" Didn't know it was quarters like this." 

He strolled round the cabin and went out. 
Mike sat up. 

"Scholar, young feller," he said, "Scholar, 
young feller— listen to what I'd be tellin' ye. 
When ye see fellers come in, and when ye hear 
them say they're sorry they signed on the ship- 
watch your pockuts. They haven't signed on at 
all. They've only come aboard to see what they 
can steal." 

" Is Montreal Mike— is Montreal Mike there?" 
called a voice from above. 

" It's me ould friend," said Mike, swung to the 
floor, swayed out. 

" Come and have some more, Mike," said the 
voice above. " She won't sail till four." 

" Come ashore ! " called Mike to Scholar. 

" No, thanks." 

" All right, then— watch your pockuts and keep 
an eye on my bunk. I haven't reserved it. Tell 





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thim it's Montreal Mike's, and he'll burst any 
man he finds sitting on it." 

There was a hailing on deck, a phrase repeated ; 
it drew nearer, came down the stairs, a chorus of.' 
"Not sailing till four!" and a general exodus 
from the cabin. Scholar stretched out upon his 
bunk— and repented him that he had invited Mike 
and the others ashore, starting them upon their 
jamboree. Nor coula he ease himself by thinking 
that if he had not done so someone else would; 
not even the thought that sooner or later they 
would have gone ashore of their own accord, find- 
ing that the others had left work, soothed him. 
The place rang like the inside of a drum as the 
departing feet clattered over the deck. The vol- 
ume of sound died, the hammer of heels was inter- 
mittent. More men, or youths, such as Mike had 
warned him of, came down into the cabin and 
roved, searching, round it. Suddenly a man in 
one of the mid-deck bunks-a top bunk-sat up 
and wailed: "Ma valise— gone— pooh 1 " The 
half-dozen remaining sleepers awoke, sat up and 
asked him what he was jabbering about. He 
waved his arms in a forward gesture, signifying 
disappearance, flight. 




" Ma valise— gone I " he repeated. 
*• He had a valise I Gee 1 Here's a feller had 
a valise ! " 

"Well, didn't yer never see a feller with a 
valise before ? " 

They rose and crowded round the bunk of the 
distracted Frenchman. 

" When did yer miss it, Pierre ? " asked one. 

" Valise— gone I " said the Frenchman. 

" IVhen did you miss it ? Long ago ? " 

" Valise— gone I Pooh ! " 

'"E can't talk English! Let me try," said 
Cockney. " Wen your valise gone, heh ? Long 
time— you sleep ? Wen you miss, heh ? Wen 
your valise pooh ?" and Cockney very seriously 
imitated the gesture that signified disappearance. 

The Frenchman sat up and stared at him ; the 
other well-meaning drunkards clustered round, 
waiting the reply to Cockney's question. 

"Geel Can't anybody talk his lingo? Where's 
that feller Jack— Boston Jack ? He can talk it." 
" Liverpool Jack you mean— a long, thin feller. 
Walks like this." The speaker drew up his jacket 
behind so that it wrinkled round his waist, and 
canted back his shoulders. 

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It struck Scholar that the Frenchman's English 
might be none so bad. 

" Have you been asleep ?" he asked. 

The Frenchman looked at him with something 
of astonishment. 

" Yes, I sleep," he replied. " Some time, I know 
not how long." He put his hand to his watch 
pocket, then sat bolt upright again. "My watch!" 
he screamed. " My watch gone I Pooh ! " and he 
waved his hands. 

Cockney was now hanging stupidly round one 
of the stanchions at the foot of the Frenchman's 
bunk, looking on as might a drunk doctor at a 

'• Your watch pooh ? " he said. " O, isn't that 
a 'ell of a shame ! I once 'ad a watch meself." 
He slipped down the stanchion as though it were 
a greasy pole, so far as the top bunk would allow 
him, and laying his forehead on the back of his 
hand made a sound as of anguish. The French- 
man's eyes were upon him, staring; he looked at 
Scholar ; he pointed a finger at Cockney's bowed 




; was not really 
'•What I do?" 

"Dronk? Eh?" he said. But 
thinking about Cockney's state, 
he asked of the rivet-studded ceiling, and an- 
swered himself: " Nozing ! " 

"Was there anything important in your va- 
lise ? " asked Scholar. 

" Important ? Suit of clothes, for go home." 

One of the men clapped his shoulder. 

" Never mind, Pierre," he said. " Never mind. 
You've a shoot of clothes on. What's the matter 
with them ? They're all right I " 

Pierre just glanced at this man, and went on to 
Scholar : " Lettairs— from my vife." 

Cockney had recovered sufficiently by this to 
raise his head and explain to the others, as if 
translating : " That's his wife I 'E's got a wife ! 
Too bad." 

" Militar' papers," said the Frenchman. 

" You come ashore with me," advised Scholar. 


" Yes, we'll go to the police office." 

"Police— eh? Non, non! Notleesten. 'Valise 
gonel' they say. 'You go with cattle? No 
matter 1 ' " 

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One of the men seemed to see it other- 

in this, 

'•You go with this fellow, Pierre," he said. 

you go police with this fellow. He talkee alia 
same upper ten. You savvey? You savvey toff 
m disguise?" ^ 

"Toff? Oh, me elbow I" shouted somebody, 
wh,ch seemed an insulting phrase in the society 
m wh,ch they moved. There was an offer, on 
Scholars behalf, to paste a face because of it, an 
acceptance, a scrimmage. "Don't I Don't I 
DontI" cried Scholar, and they stopped, drew 

" We'll go ashore." he said again to the French- 

•• No, no matter. They say," and Pierre waved 
a hand at the recent fighters and the watchers of 
the fighters, "even if they leesten-'No good • 
bottom of the dock I' Hay? No matter I " and 
he lay back again. 

There was a slight movement of the ship that 

caused the " Push "^those that were left of it- 

to stagger. Somebody outside said : " We're off I 

Is the push aboard ? Where's Jack? Whrr^. 

Johnnie? Where's Mike ? " 


" Mike, is it ? " answered a voice. " Here he is. 
Who is the man that has a valise?" and he ap- 
peared in the doorway with a cut across his fore- 
head from the hair to the temple. He was 
carrying a small suit-case. 

" Glory 1" shouted Cockney. "'Ere's yer old 
valise, Pierre I " 
" Ma valise 1 " 

" Is it yours ? Well, if ye had been an English- 
man, or a Scotsman, or an Irishman, or a Bostoner, 
I would have had to hit ye for havin' a valise, but 
seein' ye're a Frenchman and all alone like, here's 
your ruddy trunk ! " and he laid it upon the bunk. 
"Your head's bleedin', Mike," said one of the 

" Is it me head ? " asked Mike. " So is me fist. 
I met the spalpeen runnin' down the gangway 
when I'm runnin' up. * Where ye goin' wid the 
trunk ? ' I says, and he swings it up and hits me 
over the head wid it, and I knocks his teeth out for 
him. Whin ye see luggage goin' off a ship after 
the Blue Pete . up, its a good rule ivery toime 
to grapple wid e man that's carrying it." 

There was a rattle of heels again overhead, 
a fresh outcry ; sounds of another scrimmage came 


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down to them. For a moment it seemed Mike 
heard a call to battle; then he remembered his 

" D'ye near them ? " he said. " D'ye hear them ? 
A scrappin", disorderly crowd I " 


Many of the men fell asleep, Scholar among them, 
exhausted by the strain of the day and evening. 
He dreamt that he was back again in a bunk- 
house of Michigan, and came half-awake, thinking 
that the forest was afire, then realised where he 
was, in this Bedlam, and was crucified upon 
regret. If only he had not made that offer to 
stand treat ! He moaned ; it was an anguish to 
him, for he had not lived even his brief years 
without knowing kindliness when he met it ; and 
these fellows, whatever their vocabularies, their 
moral code, their falls from it, their capacity to 
live up to it, had treated him kindly. He would 
like to begin all over again with them, to go back 
twelve hours in his life and theirs, and stroll to- 
wards them feeling the air again for the method 
of approach, outside the barrier at the end of The 
Saint Lawrence Shipping and Transport Com- 
pany's shed. Tortured, he fell asleep again, and 
the next he knew was the sound of voices. 
Perhaps all had their dreams, or nightmares 


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when that sound brought them from sleep proper 
»nto a state of half awake and half asleep. 
"Well, wot do yer want ter see 'im for, any- 

" "' '■' •«"■«' 's he ? I want to see him." 

see Schohrd ■« got ter tell me wot 'e wants ter 
see im for I " 

l« ?' 1"°"!.''^ ^°"' ^"^'""s-I w..nt to see him. 
is he there?" 

" You tell me wot you want ter see 'im for, and 
II see If it's worth disturbin' 'im for. I'm his 
Dleedm secretary, I am." 

Scholar came wide awake, and rose upon an 
elbow, to find a semi-circle of backs turned to him 
Cockney's back among them ; and Cockney's arm' 
was reaching out and brushing those of his ship, 
mates who stood near, or part brushing, part 
elbow-plucking-, part signing to them in an en- 
deavour to form them up between Scholar's bunk 
and a man in the doorway. Up sat Scholar. He 
had seen enough of ugly fighting during the last 
few hours to feel a yearning for a life, nay, an 
eternity, of peace ; but he was in the pack, and he 
must not let Cockney take the chances of an 


encounter on his behalf. As the man in the door 
—and he, too, had a backing of friends-advanced 
upon Cockney, Scholar sat up. He had the 
strong resolution to, as they say out West, " make 
good" here; and it was a resolution that adver- 
tised itself on his face as he rose and swung 

" All right. Cockney I " he said. " I'm awake." 
The forming segment of circle broke. Cockney 
looked over his shoulder. 

"That's hall right. You ain't one of hus. I 
know 'ow ter deal wiv these fellers. We're ship- 
mites, ain't we ? " 

" Do you want to speak to me ? " said Scholar, 
looking keenly at the advancing tough. 

" Oh I No I They told me a man called Scol- 
lard was aboard. I wanted to see a feller called 
Scollard I " This in a grumbling voice. 

"0,yus! This hain't the feller, eh? No I Am 
A« any use ? Would you like to push my face in 

A voice above shouted : " Come on, mate, come 
on ! She's pushing off I " and the man who wanted 
to see Scollard hastened away, drawing off his 
forces in the doorway. 

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" Thought we were off already I " said Cockney. 

" Thank you very much for that," said Scholar. 
" Only a man must look after himself of course." 

"Yus, that's all right. Good luck! You ain't 
'ust one of us ; you don't know the ropes— not 
'ere, any'ow. Good luck, mate." 

He and those others who had power over their 
legs, climbed to the deck. Scholar accompanying 
them. The former jogglings must have been 
merely due to the casting loose of one or two 
hawsers. A ladder still stretched from ship to 
wharf. " Come on, come on there. Get ashore I" 
the bo'sun was shouting at its top. " You fellers 
had no right aboard here anyhow." The visitors 
hastened over the side and down the ladder, those 
of them who saw a policeman at the shed end 
(looking up with that frowning and sidewise 
consideration that suggests : " Now I don't know 
but what I should run you fellows in I You look 
as if there might be a charge about you ! ") going 
down with anxious precipitancy. The last 
reached the wharf Two men came up, climbed 
aboard— the pilot and a ship's officer. The ladder 
was hauled away, the last hawser was cast loose, 
and with a tug ahead and a tugvastern the S.s! 



G/orv moved rfrom the wharf sideways like a great 
iron wall drifting away from a great stone one. 
The space of dirty water between, with pieces of 
straw, bits of wood, and such flotsam of the docks 
—a sodden apple or two, and a potato— rapidly 
widened. The lights alongshore looked pale and 
insignificant as the dawn spread; those in the 
low-browed windows 01 the waterfront saloons 
that could be espied over the leaden-hued roofs 
had lost their glare. Men below, those who 
could stand, feeling sure now that she was off, 
came on deck to double-shuffle and cluster on the 
poop, to cheer and scream, to wave their hands 
;horewards, as though they saw a multitude of 
friends there waving farewell, though really there 
were none. 

Before the cheering was over a little un- 
pleasantness began between Mike and Michael. 
In all societies, in all walks of life, there are 
certain statements that are considered insulting ; 
but statements that in one stratum are considered 
insulting are, in another, looked upon as merely 
amusing; in yet another they are unheard, un- 
known, and so there is no opinion on them. 
What should a passivist, in any walk of life, do 








when some neighbour of his paddock discharges 
at him the supreme term of contempt of that 
special paddock ? They who cheered the dock 
roofs turning grey in the morning, and the early 
stevedores, and the few late night-birds, had now 
something close at hand to attract their attention. 
Michael and Mike, on the poop now, met for the 
first time since Mike, in the saloon ashore, had 
preferred the company of his two friends to that 
of the " Push," And Michael, extremely fuddled, 
vaguely remembered that he had some grievance 
against Mike. Mike leant against a rail that ran 
athwart the ship, dividing the stretch of upper 
deck from the stubby semi-circle of poop. His 
hands were behind him, holding the rail as he 
leant against it. He had had a short sleep since 
coming aboard, and his drunkenness was stale. 
The ale within Michael, on the other hand, had 
not yet come to the height of its action. 

" What," he was asking Mike, " are you a-doing 
wearing a seaman's cap ? " 

Mike turned his head from surveying the shed 
roofs, lightly glanced down at Michael, but did 
not fix him, turned his head the other way. 
"A seaman's cap, I say I " Michael repeated. 




Mike shook his head, as if a fly had landed on 
his face. 

"Eh? "said Michael. 

Mike looked down upon his stubby and sturdy 
compatriot as a Saint Bernard dog looks down 
on a snarling Pomeranian between its forepaws. 

"I am a seaman," he replied at last. 

" You're a liar ! " said Michael, which in that 
stratum of society is no more considered, even by 
those who are not passivists, as a call for the 
mailed fist than, in another, is " Pardon me— have 
you verified that ? " 

" I'm tellin' ye," said Mike. 

" Let me see your discharges then," demanded 

Mike tossed his head with an air of " This man 
bores me," tossed it to right, and from left breast 
pocket drew forth a folded bundle of Board of 
Trade discharges, and held them up. 

" Huh I " grunted Michael. " Cattleman." 

" Seaman I'm tellin' ye," Mike repeated. 

'• What are you a-going over as a cattleman for, 
then?" asked Michael. 

•' I'm tellin' ye I have some seaman discharges 
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" Well then, you're a cattleman ! " 

" Yes, yes, quite so. All right." 

"You're a cattleman." 

" Yes, yes. Have it that way, thin." 

" You're a dam' cattleman." 

Mike stretched his head up as does one who 
wears a tall collar when the collar's edge annoys 
his neck. 

"Now, now," he said. "Now, now I You'll 
be after annoying me." 

"A dam' cattleman," reiterated Michael, "with 
one shirt I " 

" Quite so. Have it your own way." 

" One shirt— a dirty shirt." 

Mike unloosened his right hand from the taff- 
rail that it was again gripping, threw forward his 
left shoulder, and then, instead of hitting, he 
wrun^ his hands, held them high, rubbed the 
palms together in a kind of anguish, smashed the 
butt of his right hand into the palm of his left, 
ami "Michael," he said, "you're drunk. Ye'd 
better go below. Have a sleep, have a sleep." 

" I'm not drunk ! " cried Michael, and hit, smash 
upon Mike's breast. And then out of the crowd 
leapt upon him — Cockney. 





" Is it a fight yer want ? " asked Cockney. 

Neither was so drunk that he could not hit, 
leint, parry ; the others circled. 

"Now, now," said Mike. "See! Pull them 
apart 1 " But it was too late; they had grappled. 

Now people make laws, and they become the 
vogue; you are judged by them, willy-nilly. If 
you cannot box, as boxing is taught in the gym- 
nasium, and find yourself set upon by a boxer, 
you will be ostracised in some walks of life if you 
deliver him a kick in the shins ; or, should he fall, 
if you knuckle his wind so that he may lie there 
long enough for you to beat your retreat from one 
skilled in the " science," you will be ostracised 
for that ; you must box him according to the rules. 
But in this walk of life, upon the poop of the 
S.5. Glory, it is a case of top dog anyhow. Mr. 
Smithers, on the docks, newly arrived to see the 
ship clear, put teeth together, looking up, and 
made the hissing sound through his teeth that a 
stoic makes when operated on without an anaes- 
thetic. For as the two men reeled to the taffrail, 
and the onlookers there fell asunder to give them' 
a full field, they were displayed to the one or two 
persons who looked up from the wharf front, dis- 

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played as on a high set stage, Michael with Cock- 
ney's head under his left arm, an attitude, by the 
way, permitted in some gymnasia, taboo in others 
-for there are " sets " there too. Michael was 
swinging a right in upon the top of Cockney's 
head, when suddenly he saw the taffrail and 
thought it would serve as well, shifted his hold, 
and with both hands drove Cockney's head, as if 
it were a turnip, against the middle rail. It was 
this which caused the first hiss and spasm ashore. 
It would have finished most men. You could 
have laid a finger in the indentation that the rail 
made in Cockney's skull; but as he took the 
blow, refusing to be stunned, like a tough, wild 
beast, he screamed, and thrust a thumb upward 
into Michael's eye, even while iV'ike, Scholar, 
Pierre and the Inquisitive One were nauling them' 
asunder. Back went Cockney, flopped on the 
deck, and held head in hands. There I They 
were apart. And suddenly, over .the taffrail and 
down the curve of the ship to the tow rope that 
went to the tug astern, Michael made a kind of 
scramble and scuttle. 

"Grab that man I" shouted Smithers from the 
dock. " He'll fall on the screws I " 

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Michael, upon all fours, had caught the tow 
rope and now swung himself down, shouting- 
"I've been shanghaied! I won't sail on the 
Giory I " He spun slightly left and right, clutch- 
ing the rope, so that those who craned under the 
bottom rail to try to grab him, and those who 
looked up from the wharf, had glimprr, time 
about, of his ghastly face, and the eyeball pro- 
truding like the yolk of an t^g. One man was 
now on his belly under the taffrail, stretching to 
grasp Michael, but he slithered slightly forward 
on the curve to the hull. 

" Somebody hold my legs I " he shouted. It was 
Scholar. The Inquisitive One promptly sat down 
upon his feet. Mike had taken off his boots, and 
was saying, one leg swung over the rail : " Here, 
some of youse—hold my hand, will yez." 

"Look up I" came a voice. It was the Man 
with the Hat. He had made a slip-noose on the 
end of a rope. It hissed down and up. Onshore 
Smithers was shouting to the people in the tug 
astern : " Keep that rope taut I " for the rope to 
which Michael hung was falling slack. " He'll be 
down on the screws I " But the noose was now 
round Michael's waist, and in their rejoicing the 




"Push" laid hold of the hither end of the rope 
that the Man with the Hat tossed amongst them, 
and with a " Yo-hol" they put as much muscle 
into hauling the human being aboard as if he had 
been a stern anchor. 

" Easy, easy-for God's sake I " came a quiet 
voice to rear, a voice that compelled attention be- 
cause of the very loudness of the others. It was 
Candlass ; and behind him was the captain's stew- 
ard, who was a good deal more than a first aid 
man. They secured Michael as he was dragged 
over the rail, and walked him forward along the 
narrow passage left between the sheep-pens that 
crowded the upper deck. 

" Bring that other man here," ordered Candlass 
over his shoulder. 

"I'm all right I " said Cockney, standing up. He 
put up his hand to feel his head, and laid a finger 
into the impression of the taffrail. Everybody 
seemed a little more sober after that. The docks 
receded. Montreal rose up behind them Sea 
gulls that had come into port with other ships 
cried one to another overhead, and came to their 
poising station above the stern of the S.S. Cloty. 


Scholar need not indeed have worried, telling 
himself that he it was who sttirted the pande- 
monium. Those who had accompanied him were 
but a few, and sooner or later they would surely 
have marked the absence of the others and gone 
ashore to share their pleasures. In the whole 
" Push " upon the Glory, as she churned slowly 
d-)wn the river, there was hardly a sober man. 
And virulent, not ecstatic, are the nepenthes 
offered, to the men who go down to the sea in 
ships, along the waterfront by the people ashore. 
Some were still in fighting key ; many were in a 
condition that recalled to whosoever drew near 
them the adage to let sleeping dogs lie ; many were 
in a kind of mad misery. Perhaps a third showed 
wounds, as of battle, cuts and bruises. The veer- 
ing wind about the poop carried mostly swear- 
words, and these more obscene than blasphemous, 
to the captain and the pilot on the bridge. The 
pilot paid no heed ; the captain only looked now 
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" Yes, just as usual ! " instead of: " That's rather 
bad.'' He was held aloft upon the bridge as are 
spectators in the zoological gardens above the bear 

The Man with the Hat, sober and solitary, 
reclined on a bale of hay to leeward of the smoke- 
stack on the upper deck— the sheep deck; its 
whole length was crowded with sheep in pens, 
only narrow passage-ways being left between the 
packed central pens and the narrow pens along the 
side— these latter being protected from overmuch 
wind by canvas dodgers. Jack— he who spoke 
French— and Jack's partner sat laughing and 
talking alone, telling tales of adventurous lives 
one to the other, the glitter of those who look 
upon the wine while it is red still in their eyes, 
and as they sat nursing their knees, and collogu- 
ing, the wind plucked the frayed edges of their 
pants. Jack pulled his hat down upon his head 
with a gesture in keeping with that manner of his 
as of a dandy in his sphere. It is not to be imag- 
ined that he had "come down." Men do come 
down, of course. He was just a hard case, not 
beyond helping himself to shoes from a shoe-shop 
door, not beyond looking upon a derelict suburb- 



anite, crossing vacant lots to his home, with un- 
steady steps, late at night, as a fair prey, if John- 
nie was with him. In his walk of life such a 
way of replenishing the exchequer was considered 
no more inestimable that in another walk of life 
is a little sharp practice in business. There they 
sat, laughing and chatting. 

Pierre had drawn apart, elbows on the rail, his 
shoulders suggesting that he would fain have them 
hide him from his fellows. He looked at the 
shores spreading out, onward and onward, as the 
Gloty threshed along and the tugs left her— a 
shore that Nature, and the inhabitants, make to 
look much like certain parts of the real and 
original France. There were the poplar rows, the 
little belfrys, the little French villages. If his 
knowledge of English prevented him from under- 
standing all the obscene oaths behind him, so much 
the better for him and his dream of the Picardy 

As for the Inquisitive One—he was not, cf 
course, only inquisitive, but was thus introduced 
to help to distinguish him from others in first 
telling of the " Push "—he shuffled round among 
the rest, hands in pockets, jerking left shoulder 






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forward, jerking right shoulder forward, very 
young, very crass, trying to keep drunk by acting 
drunk. If a policeman had stepped up to him he 
would have been sober on the instant. He was 
always scared of policemen, unlike men like Jack 
who were merely alert to them. There were a' 
great many others, many of whom need not be 
mentioned in detail, because as the voyage went 
on they were^not considered so by Mike, and he 
was a man worth heeding in his own walk of life 
They were just " them " or " youse " ; if referred 
to m the singular they were "him" or "you" 
with an indicative jerk of a thumb, or pointing of 
a finger. They did not even rise to nicknames 
-shrimpy-looking lads who could pick pockets 
and knew the soup kitchens of all the Atlantic 

The sounds of discord ebbed; and now more 
plaintive than irritable was the lowing of the 
cattle on the main and lower decks. On the upper 
deck sheep gave voice here and yonder, though 
the majority were quiet. It was as if every now 
and again they thought it over and gave a little 
bleat of " Why ? " Scholar, stealing away from 
the dimimshing group on the poop, easily, not to 



attract attention, went forward along the upper 
deck and looked at the faces of these woolly 
creatures with something like affection, as a man 
disgusted in the society in which he finds himself 
will welcome his dog, or a lonely woman the up- 
turned face of a cat. 

The day wore on, the lowings increasing, the 
cursings decreasing. The warm sun helped to 
stupefy farther the drink-stupefied. They had 
now the appearance, most of them, that comes to 
those who have missed sleep through some long 
and harassing vigil. Taunting smells of food 
wafted aft from the galley ventilator ; but there 
was none for the cattlemen. Tney were left alone 
on the railed-off poop and in the cabin under it, 
as in a cage and a wild beast pit. The Man with 
the Hat, lying on his chest, a straw in his mouth, 
near the smoke-stack, rolled over and pulled his 
belt up two holes and looked .nd casually, won- 
dering when something was going to happen; 
and then there appeared, in the narrow path to 
starboard between the sheepcots, John Candlass, 
with his air of reserve; and behind him, lurching, 
Rafferty, axe in hand. 

There was a difference between these two cat- 

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tie bosses ; Candlass had come into the business- 
no one knows why but Candlass-and Rafferty 
had mounted in it, and, mounting, he had not 
discarded the ancient custom known as " tanking 
up " on the day that the ship clears the wharf 
Nommallv they were colleagues, but his clear eye 
and bram made Candlass actually the boss aboard 
and Rafferty, :ed-eyed and swollen-faced, was as 
lieutenant. Smithers, of the Saint Lawrence Ship- 
ping and Transport Co., Ltd., wished they might 
meet more masteries like Candlass, but such mys- 
teries were scarce, or did not come their way. 

Candlass, coming to the poop, poked his head 
down the companion-way and said sharply • " All 
cattlemen on deck I" Then he stood back He 
seemed to pay hardly any heed to whether they 
came promptly or leisurely. To Rafferty's mind 
they did not come quickly enough, so he leapt to 
the companion-way and asked of the evil-smelling 
darkness below many insulting quc^stions. His 
vocabulary put to the blush the vocabularies of 
all the others. Candlass glanced sideways at him 
and, stepping a little more close, in a low voice' 
that caused Rafferty to come near to hear what 
was said, engaged him in conversation. Rafferty 



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drunk or sober, was rather proud of his job; he 
had climbed to the top, as may the reporter to be 
editor, the bank clerk to be manager, the stable 
mucker to be ranch foreman. But Candlass was 
a celebrated boss, and it was an honour for any 
other boss to chat with him, or to sail with him. 
Even Rafferty drunk did not forget that, and 
Rafferty only three sheets in the wind, as he was 
at present, was none averse to letting the men 
come up as they would, when all could see the 
terms he was on with Candlass. Not that his 
ways were Candlass's ways ; he esteemed Cand- 
lass's control, but would not imitate— indeed 
could not. There v/as always some intimidating 
weapon in Rafferty's hand ; but Candlass's hands 
generally lay negligently one within the other be- 
hind his back. One may suspect that he felt a 
slight pity for Rafferty rather than contempt, and 
would have been sorry to see him do a murder 
in his cups; looked upon him somewhat as 
Scholar, coming aft now from the sheep-cotes 
midships, looked upon the large, dishevelled 
Mike who emerged on to the deck, scoop-cap 
awry on his ruffled hair, eyes puckered to the 
sunlight after the dusk of the cabin, licking dry 


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lips working dry tongue, disgustedly grunting 
Ach I over his condition and his stale feeling- 
referred to by callous topers as "the morning 
after." Candlass prod: -d a coin and handed it 
perhaps by some convention of courtesy to 
Rafferty ; Rafferty rejected it with a " Go ahead I " 
and Candlass tossed. 
" Headb : " cried Rafferty. 
It came down tails. Candlass pointed to Mike 
and Mike made four steps of it, with a touch of 
swagger, to one side. Rafferty pointed to Cock- 
ney, who staggered to the other side. Candlass 
said, very quietly: "All right. You can pick 
your own men now I " for these were "straw 
bosses "-Mike under Candlass, Cockney under 
Rafferty. Neither Cockney nor Mike had a coin 
left, so Cockney stooped and picked up a spli-^er 
of wood, and, laying it between his two palms, 
held them forth. 

"Sharp-blunt I" said Mike, tapping first the 
fingers then the wrist of the covering hand, which 
Cockney then lifted. The pointed end of the 
splmter was toward the fingers, the blunt toward 
the wrist. Mike looked at Scholar, but at that 
moment there arrived, from his patching and his 


sleep amidships under the steward's care, Mid ael 
one eye under a blind, the other riveting an im- 
ploring gaze upon Mike. 

" Come over, Michael," said Mike, in a tone of 

" ril "ave " snapped Cockney, and out shot 

his hand and he pointed to Scholar. 
" No, you won't I " roared Mike. 
"L's his pick I" shouted Rafterty! 

" I don't give a curse," said Mike. " I'll •» 

" You'll do wot? " Cockney interrupted. 
" Can't doit, Mike," said Candlass quietly, " it's 
his pick." 

" I'm after doin' this," persisted Mike doggedly, 
" for everybody's sake. I want Scholar meself 
but I'm takin' Michael from him, for they've s^n- 
enough of each other. He can pick somebody 
else for Michael, if he's half a man, and then I'll 
begin afresh with Scholar. Come over here, me 
lad ; ye're picked." 

"Oh, hall right I" said Cockney, "There's 
somethink in that." 

Rafferty, with an evil oath, demanded Scholar, 
?.iid Cockney, for a moment, had the air of 
veering round again, then he grinned and was 




silent. Candlass said something that nobody 

'• Oh, all right— go ahead I " growled Rafferty. 
" Let Mike have him, and you take that fellow 
there with the hat— and that thm fellow with the 
imp.'dent eyes." This was Jack, who could 

Mike then picked another; Cockney looked 
round, and Jack's partner, of his own accord, 
stepped over beside Jack. 
"What fell? O, hall right I" said Cockney. 
Things went fairly smoothly thereafter, till it 
came to the last shamed few— at least most of 
them seemed shamed ; only a small number ap- 
peared to look upon the lack of desire for them 
with unmixed levity. Apparently the sign-on 
had been lxi even one ; two men were left. It 
was Mike's choice. Suddenly an odd cough drew 
everybody's attention ; and there, foolish behind 
them, was the youth in the long coat, the spec- 
tacles, and the leggings. Mike stared at him. 

" Oh, be jabbers I Come here, .ne lad I " he said. 
Some laughed ; others said : " What the hell are 
you laughin' at the poor feller for?" Mike 
stepped forward and put a hand on Four Eyes' 

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shoulder, and an arm out behind the two remain- 
ing pick-pockets who stood together, and herded 
them, all three, like a man driving pigs, herded 
them across to Cockney's side. Cockney's 
receding under jaw hung down, his eyes goggled 
under the bandage he had tied over his foreheH, 
covering the mark of the taffrail. 

" I give ye a prisent of them," said MJke. " The 
three of 'em." Some of his underlings grumbled. 
He looked slowly round at them. "Whaat? 
he asked. - Would ye not prefer to be short- 
handed than disgraced ? " 

" That's hall right I " cried Cockney. " Any ole 
thing fer me I " 

So that was all quite satisfactory. 




The two bosses looked at their men, observing 
how some stood erect, if bleary, but how others 
swayed and propped themselves against taffrail 
or neighbour. 

" I think," said Candlass, " if you have the 
bigger bunch, Rafferty, that I've the pull on you 
for the sober ones." 

" Oh, indeed," answered Rafferty. " They'll be 
sober and sorry before we strike Liverpool." 
Some of the men flinched, and some showed their 
teeth in wry smiles ; one or two, men of the order 
of Jack, stuck hand in jacket pocket easily, cast 
their heads back, and smiled secret smiles at the 

" Those of you that are sober," said Candlass 
to his gang, "come forward." And he walked 
away. He was taken at his word; not all fol- 
lowed. Half-way along^ the deck he turned and 
glanced meditatively at those who elected to call 
themselves drunk, and as he glanced at that little 
party thus it became aware of him, and was 
troubled, and one or two more disentangled 




themselves and followed him. There was a 
slight puckering upward of his under lip as he 
considered each of these, and to each he delivered 
a brief nod, and they knew they were marked 
men. Rafferty had other ways of doing it. 

"Drunk and sober," he said, "get forward!" 
and shepherded them before him, along the 
passage-way between the sheep-pens on the other 
side. One man turned and looked at him in- 
solently; and Rafferty, elbowing ahead, plucked 
his sleeve, and leaning forward, whispered in his 
ear, then thrust him along the deck violently 
" What did he say to you ? " asked another. 
" I'll tell you what I said to him," said Raf- 
ferty, "and to you," he added as if biting the 
words. And stepping up close he muttered some- 
thing with a virulent expression. The men 
crowded forward, growling. 
" What did he say ? " they asked. 
One of them— he who was the subject of Raf 
ferty's second whispered advice-explained: " He 
said : ' I'll not give you a chanst to make any re- 
ports, if that's in your mind I'll get ye alone 
between decks, and you'll be having an accident. 
Somebody will find ye had a severe fall.'" 







" Come hon ! " cried Cockney, for the men de- 
layed again. " Come hon I " 

" Who do you think you are ? " said the man 
whose eye Cockney caught as he spoke. 

Cockney, a mere " straw boss," had no scru- 
ples. He leapt at the man, both hands at his 
neck tight, crashed him to the deck and knelt 
violently in his stomach. 

"Talkin'ter me! "he said, coming erect, and 
the gang moved forward, while he who had fallen 
sat up, gasping for breath. 

'■ Shake a leg ! " ordered Rafferty, behind, and 
the last men, at sound of that voice, hastened 
forward, then delayed again, made a jam. It 
was Jack and Jack's partner who were the cause 
of that; and it was intentional on their part. 
Rafferty's eye sighted an end of wire rope. He 
lifted it and whirled it down upon the back of 
the last man. 
" He hit me I " yelled the man. 
" Get on 1 " said Rafferty. 
A man ahead pushed Jack's partner. 
" Gettin' me blimed fer this," he said. " It's 

" Oh, you coward I " sneered Johnnie. 





"Me?" And the man who had been called 
"coward" smashed his fist into Johnnie's face. 
A fierce fight followed ; they reeled to and fro, 
falling this way and that about the sheep-pens.' 
This was a different matter for Rafferty. He 
charged upon both. 

" Come siperate I " he shouted, but they did not 
come separate. W;th the wire rope he flailed 
them till one relaxed and fell over, moaning, 
among the sheep. Johnnie turned, belligerent 
still, but crash on his knuckles came the wire 
rope, and he was disabled. And on went all 
again, sullen, and some in pain. Candlass's gang 
had already disappeared forward and gone down 
to the main deck. 

" Can you work a donkey-engine ? " said Cand- 
lass to Scholar. 

" I might manage," answered Scholar. " Looks 
fairly simple, if you show me how. Hate ma- 
chinery, all the same." He smiled. 

The Man in the Hat looked at both so ex- 
pressionless that Scholar took the lack of ex- 
pression to signify contempt. 

"You?" asked Candlass, elevating his brows. 

"I guess," said the Man with the Hat, and 
strolled over to the engine. 

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" All right, Mike. Get busy there— get up that 

Rafferty's yelling gang came down to the main 
deck, and passed on, with more friction on the 
way, to the lower deck. Candlass watched it, 
head on side, watched it meditatively as it pro- 
gressed a few yards at a time ; had the faintest 
little snort and a pucker of the corner of his 
lips, as some particularly insolent one received 
the v/ire rope, for Rafferty had now cast aside 
all technical scruples. Cockney was in his ele- 
ment. Jack swung along, his handsome and evil 
face sneering — a sneer that Cockney averted his 
eyes from quickly each time that he encountered 
it as he played lieutenant to Rafferty. They 
descended somehow or other into the hold, going 
down like frogs. Some seemed to be kicked over. 
Jack's partner, Johnnie, went down the ladder 
with one hand thrust in his jacket as in a shng. 
He turned at the ladder and looked at Cockney, 
who stood there to see all below, went over very 
self-collectedly, raising his head at Cockney and 
then at Rafferty, something like a duck after 
spooning water. Candlass's gang above, looking 
over, opined each to each that there was going 



to be a hot time in that half of the " Push." They 
were already, though they knew it not, under the 
influence of their mysterious boss. Even their 
voices were more subdued. 

"OI" said Cockney, suddenly. This was to 
the man in the long coat. He stood aside to let 
him go down with plenty of space to manage his 
coat-tails and the buckles of his leggings. Even 
Rafferty slackened his grip on the wire rope, 
put a steadying hand on the top of the ladder,' 
and watched the descent with an " Aisy, me lad ! " 
as if me lad was a valuable cow. 

There was a hiss of steam, a rattle of cogged 
wheels ; and two hooks at the end of a chain 
swung down. - Out below ! " went the cry above. 
Somebody below yelled up: "All right! I'll 
paste you later when I see you I "— " Get on with 
your work I " roared Rafferty. " I see you sitting 
there on them bales underneath. Roll them out." 
Up came the bales, and down anon swung the 
hooks ; up again came the bales. Once the hooks 
slipped, the bales fell, one nearly on a man. At 
that Candlass disappeared from the main deck, 
reappeared presently on the lower deck, went over 
the hatch-side half-way down the ladder, and 



stood there looking at the gang below. Rafferty 
made no objection. " A dirty, drunken crowd," 
was all he volunteered. " It would sober some of 
them to have a bale on their head." Candlass 
climbed up again after exerting his influence by 
merely being there, and flicking his hands to- 
gether as he came to the deck, remarked: 
" They'll all be sober before long, and no excuse." 
This saying was passed round from one to another. 
It suggested, as those who knew Candlass of yore 
agreed, that Candlass had his own point of view, 
and that only upon a man who had full use of 
his faculties would he be utterly severe in case 
of wrong-doing. Those whom he had " marked 
down" felt troubled in their hearts, as do dis- 
covered truants whose names have baen handed 
in to the Head. 

" Let me have an axe up," said Candlass pres- 
ently, on the main deck again, looking down at 
Rafferty. Rafferty glared round for his axe, 
forgetting where he had put it, found it, and 
Candlass, turning to his men, gave a jerk of his 
head to one of the marked youths, and pointed 
down at the axe. 

" Do you mean that I've got to go down for 
it ? " asked the young man. 



Candlass's lips tightened for all reply, and 
he seemed to re; i the man's eye. The man 
hastened away to the deck below, and when he 
returned with the axe Candlass looked at him 
again thoughtfully, then pointed to the bales 
strewn on the deck. 

"Do you mean " began the man, and his 

face was insolent. 

Candlass pointed to the bales again, and the 
man walked over to them and begau to smite 
upon the wires, which sprang apart. 

" Here, the rest of you," said Candlass sharply, 
" lust hustle that hay all along the alleyways." 

" Is that enough hay on your deck, Candlass ? " 
came Rafferty's voice. 

"That will do," Candlass replied, and then 
quietly, at least comparatively speaking, and cer- 
tainly expeditiously, to and fro on the main deck 
went Candlass's men, carrying the hay. They 
even began to be jolly at their work, throwing 
the fodder each to each, and the great horned 
beasts strained their necks and lowed, horns meet- 
ing horns across the alleyways. The men had 
to arm themselves with sticks to beat back the 
heads, for the armfuls that were carried to the 



extreme ends were sorely diminished by snatch, 
■ngs on the way. Candlass remained by the 
hatch, signing with a hand when to hoist, when 
to steady, when to let go, for the Man with the 
Hat worked on at the engine, bringing „p bales 
to Rafferty's deck. 

There was a sense of famine in the crew by 
the time all this work was dor^. The cattle were 
fed but not, they. The drink was out of them 
and there was no food in them, and they went 
aft to their safe of a cabin and picked, snarlingly, 
the men who were to go for meat and bread to 
the galley and the baker. They crowded, still 
snarhng. round the tub containing the tin plates, 
forks and spoons, and when the food arrived they 
swooped round it, all talking and yelling. Mike's 
voice boomed high. 

"Yis, youse all sober up for your chewings, 
but youse can't sober up fer work, some of yez " 
^^ "That's so," came Cockney's chirruping shriek, 
rhem that wasn't workin' jest now shouldn't 
git anythink ter eat." 

Obscene comments on the food were voiced 
"Oh, kickin', kickin'!" said Mike. "You de- 
serve to >e given just the Board of Trade Allow- 



ance, the way youse are kickin' ! Are youse aware 
that there's more rations ther? than the Board 
of Trade grants ye ? " He turned to explain to 
Michael, friendly: "Them fellers whose mothers 
was rakin' in the ash bucket for a crust would 
be kickin' if they sat down to ate this day with 
the captain.' 

" He gets enough," growled a flat-browed fel- 
low. Mike turned his head slowly and sized up 
that speaker. 

*' Well," said he, " I suppose the captain didn't 
spind his life lying on his back in the parks!" 
He paused, and nodded his head, to let that so?»k 
in, before he added : " So as to get his freezin' 
job up on the bridge. Do ye begrudge him his 
pie, damn ye ? " 

" Pie ! Oh pie 1 " cried one, and there began a 
great talk about "hand-outs," and "sit-downs," 
and "throwing the feet," — slang of American 

" Wei) ! " said Mike, hearing all that jargon. 
" I thought it was cattlemen we was. We seem 
to be a bunch of hoboes, back-door beggars " 

" Front-door 1 " shouted a sharp, pale-faced 
little youth. " I always go to the front-door. If 

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.f she would ask her mother .o give something." 

onfwh 'I' " ""' *'■•'■ '"* W-rance of 
onewho,s,clc. Michael, cheered up afresh by, recent friendly acknowledgment of his 

presen shouted to a man who had flung h 
empy plate at a rat that ran on one of the pfpes : 

^ What are you doing that for? Let the rat, 

"What for?" 

The general conversation subsided so that 
they might listen to this one. 

" To keep them friendly. V ,„ may throw 
your arm out of your bunk in your sleep, andTf 
y-re always disturbing the ra.s they'll lay „„ ,o 
your hand then. But if you pay no'attemio: to 
.hem a. anytime they.,, understand it was an 

One or two laughed derisively, but they were 

keT M r 1 '" "'""^ ^'^ ^^^^'^ "-wing 
breads. Michael, .„us backed, proceeded to cite 

"When I was on the steamship ^-afe the 
rats used to come up every meal time and form 
up behind us clean round the table." There was 


a laugh. "Fm tellin' yf I" said Michael. 
"There's no use of me going further if ye don't 
believe the first of it." 

" What else, then ? " asked the Inquisitive One. 
But he was beneath Michael's notice, for Michael 
wore a blind on his eye and was proud of it by 

" What was the rest ? " said Mike. 

" I was going to tell them," answered Michael, 
'• but I suppose they won't believe me, that the 
table was short for the number of rats, and they 
formed up behind us " he waved a hand be- 
hind him as if there were rats there now—" lour 

There was another laugh, but Mike did not 
join in. He was staring into a corner, for some- 
thing there had arrested his gaze. He turned to 
those near him. He thought he had got used 
to the freaks on board, but evidently not. 

" Can any of youse tell me," he asked quietly, 
" what's the German Emperor doing on board ? " 

They looked round. Over in the corner, with 
a heaped plate and two biscuits, gorging, was a 
man whose attire would have ousted him from 
any hotel in Regent Street or Broadway, but who 





was here a disgrace the other way round— shame- 
lessly well done ; a fat, cunning-looking man with 
lecherous eyes. It was probably his moustt e 
that deluded Mike, for it was a little bit remi- 
niscent, perhaps, of that other celebrated one, so 
handy for caricaturists. 

"It's the night itchman— the night watch- 
man," explained the I-quisitive One, who per- 
haps had seen him before and instituted inquiries. 

"Bejabbers," said Mike, and putting down his 
empty cup and empty plate, he led an adjourn- 
ment en deck. 


There was a tensity in the " Push " that night a 
sense of expectancy and foreboding, according to 
how they were constituted who felt it. There 
were minor squabbles. The lower deck gang 
had several to settle, and they never seemed to be 
settled. There was some slight friction in Cand- 
lass's gang also c .r the fact that, thanks to the 
whim of their straw-boss, they numbered three 
men less than the lower deck gang. Two of 
these three that had been made a gift of to Cock- 
ney were present when the subject was discussed 
and the rising storm over that matter made several 
wonder where the third was-the youth in the 
long coat. 

" Where's Four Eyes ? " someone asked. 

"Oh, to hell I" said several, which being in- 
terpreted means that they thought he was not 
worth worrying over. 

Mike put his head on one side wondering try- 
ing to remember if Four Eyes had been present 
m the crowd wrangling for food, but he could not 



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remember, so he dismissed the subject. He was 
glad the fellow was out of his sight anyhow, and 
not in his gang. And as for defending himself in 
his action, which they now discussed, though he 
opened his mouth once or twice to do so, he de- 
sisted on each occasion. "Let them wrangle," 
his expression seemed to say. Charles, to give 
the Inquisitive One his name, was agitated ; he 
had set this discussion agoing, and Mike's silence 
he began tso feel as ominous. Mike was well 
aware that he had started the "grouse" about 
being three men short, and in an attempt to allay 
his forebodings, Charles now drew forth his 
mouth organ, and began to play. Some of the 
younger fry danced. One or two, who were 
mouth-organ xperts, cocked their ears. They 
thought they could play every whit as well as the 
Inquisitive One. His rapid-fire eyes perceived 
this, and when he finished one tune, and these 
young men made a grab for the instrument, he 
leapt back snarling. There were shrieks of 
" Damn your eyes I " and " Half a mo' 1 " and 
" Give me a chance 1 " and " To hell with you 1" 

" Give us a lend of it then ! " 

" Half a mo' 1 " shrieked Charles, and broke into 

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another tune, holding the mouth organ between 
the flattened palms of his hands, and putting a 
tremolo into the music by the adroit movement 
of them. The other would-be players drew back, 
sat down on their bunks. One of them, when 
the dancers added shouts to their dancing, 
growled: "A little less yelhng like that. Let 
us hear the music." 

" Who are you talking to ? " said another, who 
had interspersed his dance with many whoops. 
It was a mistake, for the man who had ordered 
silence was that devilish, depravedly handsome, 
dandiacal person called Jack. He rubbed his 
nose with the back of his hand and rose. There 
was an expression at his mouth as of boredom. 
The youth who had " lipped " him dived out of 
the cabin. Jack strolled after him. One or two 
gave ear, listening for what sounds from outside 
might come through the music within. They 
made up their minds that nothing had happened, 
when suddenly there came throttling cries, and 
they listened anew, listened briefly, and then 
said : " Oh, to hell ! " Jack strolled back again 
and looked at the two young men who had shown 
themselves as especial friends of the man he had 





been chastising out there in his own way. It 
was a brief but meaningful glance he gave to 
them ; neither had any response. The music 
went on, with a few interludes after that fashion. 

" Yes, very nice," said Mike eventually, gloom- 
ily. " Now we're going to sleep. There's a few 
of youse fellows is going tu have a happy iuy 

Some fell silent ; others said : " Oh, we'll let 
them see 1 " It was growing cold on deck, and 
one by one the men who had been above came 
down into the stuffy cabin. The fellow who had 
" lipped " Jack crept in and retired to his bunk. 
Mike, backed by Michael and others, belliger- 
enily ordered the crew to strip. Several had al- 
ready done so. They were not too cold; the 
place was reekingly hot, and for all the tendency 
of their oaths to be based upon naked matters, 
nakedness brought forth no giggang comments. 
The stripped men reclined in all manners of at- 
titudes, carrying on conversations, rising on an 
elbow to gesticulate, hanging a leg over a bunk- 
side in excitement — but there was none of that, 
no giggling at each other's nakedness. Now and 
then Scholar was inclined to smile, but it was a 



wholly humorous smile; he was thinking ot 
what the people in the walk of life he came from 
would think if they were present. He was pic- 
turing his father reclining on the ottoman at 
home, rising up on an elbow as he discussed poll- 
tics or taxation with other friends similarly at 
ease. Several grimly reiused to strip. 

"Oh, very well," said Mike. "Only I'm tell- 
ing ye ye'll ! iousy before we reach Liverpool, 
wearing yer pants day and night." 

Jack and Johnnie whispered together, and 
then went up on deck with the air of young men 
going out on a "tear" for the evening. They 
were off to see if they could amuse themselves 
by discovering the lairs among the hay of one 
or two who had not come down to the cabin, to 
tickle the ears of these men with blades of hay 
or to pelt them with sheep dung, or to interview 
their pockets, according to what seemed feasible 
One or two others slipped away anon, but did 
not go on deck, and presently they returned tit- 
tenng, vaulted into their bunks, and stretched 
out. There was quiet for a little while, save for 
the lowing of the cattle and the everlasting churn 
and beat of the propeller pulsing underfoot. Then 




came Rafferty's voice from the distance asking 

somebody, in the name of Saints and Devils, if 

he could not tie them up himself. The answer 

was inaudible, even to those who were wide 

awake, but Rafferty's voice came again : 

" All of them ? A lot of them 1 I'll come and 

A titter again exploded from a bunk, a whis- 
pered " Shut up ! " came from another. In 
plunged Rafferty, wire rope in hand, and roar- 
ing: "Tumble up, the lower deck "I Some of the 
men woke, thinking it was morning. 

"Come on, you fellows!" Rafferty said, and 
they followed him. Mike wakened. 

" I just tell you fellows right now," he said, 
" you can confine your letting loose of the steers 
in the darkness of the night to your own deck, or 
there'll be some slaughtering done. Mind ! Now 
when I say a thing I mane it ! " 

The pacific men of the main deck thought to 
themselves : " Oh, Lord I There'll be a free fight 
with all that lower deck crowd." The men who 
had sleepily and subconsciously followed Raf- 
ferty came back presently ; two divisions of the 
steers, they reported, had been loosened and were 


" Huh ! " said Mike. " A nice night watchman 
that 1 " and rolled over. 

Jack and Johnnie, after the others were asleep, 
stole back again, muttering something about 
"divvy in the morning." The morning came with 

awful celerity. " Tumble up, you sons of I " 

and there was Rafferty in the doorway, wire rope 
in hand, going from bunk to bunk roaring, and 
coming dow- whack on the sleepers. One man 
sat up and pointed at him before he drew near. 

" Now look out, Rafferty ! " he warned. " I'm 
not on your deck. If you touch me I'll have it 
into you one way or another." 

Rafferty glared at him, realised that the man 
was not on his deck, and passed on. But all 
were awake now. Scholar, hauling on his clothes 
thought to himself: " Now we are going to have' 
an exhibition of discipline at sea!" Then sud^ 
denly, in a top bunk amidships, up sat one of the 
pickpocket-faced youngsters, one of those referred 
to, in a bunch, as "youse" by Mike. And he 
piped up : " Call me in another hour, Rafferty, 
and fetch me me shavin' water." 

Rafferty rushed at him, but the skimpy youth 
slipped to the deck on the far side. The boss 



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pursued, and amid cheers and whoops they ran, 
like boys at tag, round and round the bunks. 
They grew winded. The pickpocket-faced kid 
paused, made feints of coming this way, that way, 
and Rafferty, suddenly, abruptly, fled from the 

" Better get out now, you," somebody said to 
the youngster, but he delayed, uncertain; and 
as he delayed there, gaining his breath, Rafferty 
returned with a pitchfork and charged upon him. 
A man in a lower bunk thrust out his leg, and 
Rafferty cannoned over it, dropping the pitch- 
fork; but the wire rope was lo hand. It fell 
from his pocket where he had thrust it on arm- 
ing himself with the sharper weapon, and he 
grabbed it and scrambling up whirled back to 
the bunk of the man who had tripped him, and 
down came the wire rope again and again. 

" Eh ? " came a sharp voice, exploding in the 
doorway, and there was Candlass, white and very 
grim. " Main deck men, tumble up 1 " he ordered. 
Behind him was a middle-sized, square man with 
a pepsin jaw, slightly bent forward, left foot a 
little in advance of the right, clenched fists 
almost touching over his midriff. Candlass 



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became aware of him. " That's all right," he 
said over his shoulder, in an easy tone, and the 
pugilistic person, who bunked in Candlass's 
cabin, and who was on board to bring over a 
dozen stallions penned amidships near the galley, 
turned away. The main deck crowd filed out, 
Mike delaying to watch them go, like a sergeant 
in command. 

"You go ahead then," said Candlass to him. 
" I'll be after you presently." 

Rafferty had his man down still, out of the 
bunk, on the floor— not the kid who had set the 
trouble going, but the man who had tripped the 
Mad Boss up. They were fighting for possession 
of the wire rope, grappling each other's throats, 
and it ; but at last Rafferty gave up his hold upon 
the rope. Candlass, motionless, kept an eye upon 
those who seemed to be drawing on their boots 
with purpose. Several of the lower deck men 
thought it safer to go forward than to wait and 
see the finish here. They began to file out, past 
Candlass, who let them go, eyeing each carefully, 
and then glancing back at the bout in progress 
on the floor. Suddenly his hand shot out and 
he grabbed the throat of one passing him, 



instinct telling him that this thin and evil-faced 
young man was in too great haste. Rafferty rose 
then, commented : "That will keep you thought- 
ful for a day or two ! " and spun round looking for 
the originator of this trouble, 

" Where's that " he began. " Oh, that's all 

right, Candlass ; I want to see him. Get out, the 
rest of ye." 

•' Don't go ! " shrieked the youth. 

" Get a move on, you fellows," said Candlass. 
" Shake a leg lively out of that door." 

Johnnie looked at Jack ; Jack went white. He 
arranged his scarf. 

" Don't go, you fellers I " screamed the youngster 
that Candlass had now relaxed grip upon; he 
tried to plunge out of the door, but the boss of 
the main deck had planted himself in the entrance, 
hands on hips, and an elbow touched either side. 

" What are you going to do with him ? " said 
Jack, and there was a slight thickness in his voice, 
and he canted back his head a little more than 
usual. His shorter partner struck an attitude much 
like that adopted by William a few minutes ?go, he 
who had charge of the stallions, when he thought 
Candlass might require assistance. 







"Eh?" snapped Rafferty. He made a move- 
ment like one in a weird dance, whirling on his 
heel, advancing to the door, and he sent the youth 
who wanted his shaving water off his feet like a 
skittle well hit, sent him flying the breadth of 
the cabin, rushed after him, and as he was clutch- 
ing a bunk stanchion to save a fall, flung his arms 
round him, bear-hugged him, flung him again, 
as Jack and Johnnie ran forward, not wholly 
certain what to do— flung him clear through the 
door, by the side of which Candlass stood. 
There was a sound that indicated that the insolent 
youth's head had hit something hard out there. 

" Guess that will do," said Candlass. 

Jack and Johnnie, and the dazed man who had 
tripped Rafferty up, and one or two others who 
had not yet left, moved toward the door. Those 
in the lead showed an impulse to pass the 
Mad Boss with a slight parody of a seaman's 
roll that might have been taken for insolence. 
But before they came to where Candlass stood 
they changed their gait, all save Jack— but his 
gait was generally swaggering, and even he 
looked strained as he went out. They passed 
th igh the door with a lowering of their heads, 


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somewhat as many people go into church. In 
the passage outside the perky one, blubbering, 
rose and shuffled forward with them. 


Next morning Scholar was wjikened by someone 
shaking his arm. It seemed that he had fallen 
asleep, worn out, in the midst of a babel, a mere 
second before the shake was given, and with a 
sense oi distress iie opened his eyes, C-^ndlass 
bent over him, and in a voice so kindly that there 
came a lump in the throat of the new-awakened 
Scholar, he said: "Tumble up, young fellow. 
Four o'clock." 

" Thank you," said Scholar, and was aware of 
the note in his own voice, a note as of gratitude. 

Candlass, moving on, glanced back at him 

abruptly, and then went on again looking in bunk 

after bunk, top bunk, lower bunk, and wherever 

he saw, inert and blank, one of the men of the 

main deck squad he shook an elbow of the sleeper. 

Hauling on his boots, sitting on the edge of his 

bunk, Scholar looked after him, arrested. There 

could be no mistaking the expression of Cand- 

lass's face ; it was with pity that he looked into 

these bunks. He shook gently, and there were 





l-andlass head bent, said: "Tumble up, Jack 
Four ocockl" or "'nmki. . • 
Sam „, n K • * ""'^ "P- Liverpool I " or 

Sam, or Dub!r., or wha.ever ,he name might be 
They woke ,„ all sorts of ways. Some woke 
abruptly, a„d clenched a hand, prepared Ja. 

tack; some quailed back and put up a hand to 
parry ; some-great hulking fellows with the faces 
h we are accustomed to call brutal-looked a 
'f 'hey fel, as did Scholar. Candlass, his task 
over, strolled quietlv to .h. j 
men Hirl „ . . . ^ doorway, and his 

men d-d not keep him waiting long- thev fil^rf 
out and followed him in the Lrk teenic , 
Where the lamps that hung here and the^ete'e 

as she surged out of river into estuary 

The everlasting hum and whirr of the shaft 
went on below Nnw ,„a ■ 

ciow. iNow and again one had to 

shorten a leg abruptly as she gave a roll. The e 
was a new freshness in the draughts of air th 


nf If ; T "'-'""^ "^^"'"S^ -« ^hirp. 

.ngs of wood and steel; and outside, in the dark 

round her, there rose faintly and fell away 



sound as of blown tissue paper. It was black 
above through the hatches, not yet blue. No 
stars showed. The atmosphere was fresh and full 
of little pin points of moisture. A bell struck 
above, and a bell responded, beat for beat, for- 
ward, and from beyond again a high piping voice 
was heard to declaim (it came with a slightly 
blown sound) : - Alls well ! " She was forging 
out to sea. Away aft there was a whoop anr' 

shriek of: "Tumble up you sons of I" 

There followed yells, cat-calls, loud voices. That 
incorrigible weasel was at it again. He sat up 
in his bunk, when the lower deck boss arrived, 
and-- Call me in another hour, Rafterty," he 
said, "and bring me me shaving water." He 
was less a cattleman than what is known in the 
begging fraternity of the States as a "gunsel." 
Half-a-dozen of his kidney together will set upon 
a grown man in a dark lane. Dislike of hitting a 
kid too hard clings to the man even in the midst 
of the tussle ; but the kids have no qualms. They 
hang on like rats. It is almost impossible to tell 
their age. They may be anything from the mid 
teens to twenty-five, and they remain for many 

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years looking simply „ei,l,er boy nor man-peek- 
faced, cunning, slippery. 

Rafferty slightly changed his tactics this morn- 
ing He stood and looked at the youth He 
wagged his head at him. 

"My lad," he said, "what ni do with you is 
to take you into my berth, over my knee " 

"No, you won't!" shouted the youth, and one 
or two others of the same breed added their 
voices to his, making a chorus. 

J\T,'"'."P' '"""^'^ "P' ''^■"" y'-' '■'■« four 

o clock I sa.d Rafferty, and then to the gunsels 
■n general: "If you „,3,f„„.3i^^j^^_^^_^^ 

gave me that lip I would paste your face ! " and 
he glared round at the full-sized men. 
'' Come on, come on ! " said Cockney. 
" Yah I " jeered the first gunsel. 
Cockney gave that horrible jump that made 
h.s wide pants flap round his thin shanks. He 
had always to take people by surprise, so as to 
have any chance at all. Now he bowled the boy 
over w,th a flat blow on the cheek ; and, not long 
smce a gunsel himself, and very li.tle patien! them, he leapt at the other two who were 
standmg together waiting to see the fun and 



crashed their foreheads together Therf seemed 
less sympathy with them this morning. H-:vy.. 
the crazy fellow, sat up with tousled hair and 
gibbered profanity at Rafferty, but Rafferty was 
nearly as crazy as he. 

" Well, you're a grown man I " said he. " Take 
that ! " and with a mighty quick action he flung 
his'hand outside the cabin door, grabbed thence 
a pitchfork that he had left there on entering, 
and thrust at Harry with it. Harry put up his 
hand to protect himself, and the prong jabbed. 
He rolled over to get out of his bunk upon the 
other side, being in one of those amidships. The 
prong jabbed again— with a certain care this time, 
so that it was possibly not much worse than a 
pin-prick. He jumped in the way that some 
pedestrians jump from mad motorists, catching 
himself behind, and the men gave little laughing 
grunt =5. 

"Come on, come on ! " several growled, and the 
lower deck squad filed out, Cockney pushing his 
face close to the faces, one after the other, of the 
three weasely ones, who might be anything from 
sixteen to twenty-five. They seemed to under- 
stand tliat, and went quietly forward. 






M,o had ,o„g since sobered, and was now 
getfnf better of the dry.„,outh and dry! 
tongue fee ng .ha. had followed his drunken. 

rai . K "" "'"' '°^'^'^ "™^ "P™ 'he poop 
ra.l and observed how. in the estuary, where the 

shores rapidly receded one fro™ thI'otheT 
l.ffhtsh,ps were all booming. A ball of sleam 
rose from each, and anon came the shriek The e 

was sometlung unreal about the wh^e ^tw 
Kind sunhght was upon the deck of the Glory 

c?uldT' ", "'"'- "^ "''"'' =-"• "ank; 
could be seen clearly, rolling up shining, dew 

we^ a ghstening green; and ye. the sirens kept 
a^lmg. Suddenly there showed up, some dis- 
ance off, two p.eces of stick, erect, a short and a 
ong one, and then a low mist rolled aside, and 
he two pieces of stick were disclosed as the mast 
tops of a schooner. Mike looked at the las. light- 
sh.p, and noticed how only i.s top was visible 
'he mist lay low, and in banks. Not for great 
steamers, like the G/^, standing high, did the 




sirens roar, but for the little sauing vessels and 
coasters under the haze. And now, day advanc 
mg, that haze began to disappear. Looking over 
tne side he saw the green water quite clear, and 
something was swimming in it. Elbows on the 
taffrail, he glanced over his shoulder to see if 
there was anybody near him who would be in- 
terested, but there were only some of the " youse " 
about, who might reply, if he pointed out to them 
this otter, that so pleased him : " Well, what 
about it ? " 

The -youse" behind him broke oi - ,Menly 

with : " Got any tobacco, Frenchy ? " 
"Feenish!" came Frenchy's voice, and Pierre 

strolled past. He too looked over the side, and 

Mike glanced at him. 
"Otter, Pierre," he said. "You savvy otter '^" 
" Ah yes, so ! What you call ? Otter ? " 
"Yes, what they call an otter. Very good 


" Yes, swim all right," and Pierre pensively 
watched the otter swimming away sternwards. 

"How you getting on down at the galley?" 
asked Mike, for Pierre had been told off to sit at 
the galley door peeling potatoes, washing up, and 




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so forth, on behalf of the upper deck. Pierre 
shrugged his shoulders. 

" Not ver' good," he said. 
"Who's helping you for the lower deck? 
Somebody helping you for the lower deck ? " asked 

" Two ! " replied Pierre, and held up two fin- 

"Twol" said Mike, frowning, as though some- 
thing was wrong. 

" Not together. One man was come down with 

me— you know, man with hat " and he held 

his hands up some distance out from his head on 
either side. Mike nodded. " He came down with 
me first day. Candlass tell me go down. Raf- 
ferty tell him. The cook talk rough. He say 
nozmg-he just look. The cook say: 'What 
the hell you look at me?' ana he say to cook- 
something I don't know. The cook run and 
get " Pierre made a motion as of one who 
chops beef with a cleaver. 

"A mate cl'aver!" said Mike, to the manner 

" I don't know what you call. For cnop-for 
cut meat." 



" Yes, that's right. And what was the feller 
with the hat after doing ? " 

The interesting conv<;rsation had a pause of 

" I beg your pardon," said Pierre. 
Mike, too, was worried for a moment, in his 
anxiety to hear the tale. 
"Yes, yes. What?" he said. 
" Ze cook run out at zees man, but he did not 
jump He stand and look. Ze cook drop his 
hand and put the knife with handle down." 
" The cl'aver," said Mike. 

" What you say ? Oh, yes, clever— ver' clever, 
not afraid. There is nozing more for a little' 
while, then the cook come to the door and he 
say: 'I have white vife in Liverpool,' and this 

man " and again the gesture on either side* 

of the head—" say : ' Come outside.' " 
" He is a nigfger, is he— a black fellow ? " 
"Black, yes. He say: ' What you mean ? ' This 
fellow only say once more : ' Come outside.' The 
cook stand inside door and say: 'Yah! You 
someting cattleman ! ' and zees man heet him " 

" Heet." 

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"Oh yes, quite." 

Pierre showed where, jabbing his own fist under 
his chin. 

" He go down bang I And he get up and reach 

^°^ " ^nd again he indicated the cleaver. 

" But zees man with big hat have valise like me 
He give it to the baker to keep for him for a 
shilhng " 

" A valise I " said Mike. " Go on." 
"He jump inside baker's cabin, and he say: 
• Partner, you give me my valise dam' quick ! ' 
He grab it from inside and bring out one revolver. 
Ze cook run past me and say : ' Where he go ? ' 
I say nozing— I am too excite. And zees 

IJ^^" " again he showed the breadth of hat— 

"there he is, throw down valise, and he say to 
the cook : ' You drop that,' he say. ' You get in 
galley.' And he follow the cook, and baker fol- 
low him. Ze baker do not like ze cook. All 
day ze cook shout at him : ' Baker, damn you 
ze oven is hot. Baker, damn you, what about 
your bread ? Baker, damn you, I'll put dis dough 
overboard if you do not come I ' And zees man 
say to cook: ' You dance,' he say. 'You dance, 
you God-damn nigger I You tell your white vife' 



you menshion about just now, you tell her I 
make you dance when you go home/ and ze 
baker laugh— and zen jump back where ze cook 
not see him laugh, for he is a small man with a 
cough, and ze cook is very large and ugly." 
"And did he dance ?" asked Mike. 
"He try to dance!" Pierre shook his head. 
" No, not good. He kneel down, and ze man go 
away. By and by he look out and he say to me— 
he shake his fist at me— he say ; ' By God, I re- 
port that man to Captain ! ' he say. ' You under- 
stand ? ' I say : ' Yes.' He shake his two fist 
at me and say again : " By God, I report that 
man to Captain ! ' I say : ' Yes ! ' " 
" You stay down ? " asked Mike. 
Pierre shrugged his shoulders. 
"Oh, not nice." He waved a hand in one 
direction. " But up here," he waved a hand in 
the other direction, "not nice." It was Scylla 
and Charybdis for Pierre all right. 

" Ye're doing all the paylingsyerself then now ?" 
asked Mike. 

" I beg your pare/on ?" 

" All alone down there now — ^you ? " 

" No. Anozer man come down. Ze cook say 










to Meestair Rafferty, when he come past : ' I 
want anozer man. I give zat ozer man ze sack. 
He no good.' " 

•' The hell he did ! " 

" Yes, he do. And Rafferty bring down anozer 

" Has he got a gun too, do you think ? " asked 

"What you say? No, no. Coat and spec- 

" Do ye mane to tell me," said Mike, disgusted, 
" that ye would sit on the one side of a galley 
door payling spuds, and that sitting forninst ye 
on the other ? " 

This was beyond Pierre, but a sudden stam- 
pede behind announced that grub was being 
brought aft. 

" So long just now," said Mike, and plunged 
down after the crowd ; and Pierre, who in a 
menial capacity had helped to prepare this meal, 
went down again to the galley door from his 
airing, to take what food the cook would have 
ready for him. He gathered that Mike had some 
contempt for his occupation down there, but in 
so far as the society went, it was — as he had 



phrased it— not nice there, not nice here. But 
the quality, as well as the quantity, of the food 
doled out to him in return for his services it the 
galley door, was greatly different from that which 
was scrimmaged for in the cattlemen's cabin, 
gristly hash ajid a biscuit, and a tin-cupful of 
soup. Pierre down there forward, ate as well as 
the captain— had mashed potatoes, a little piece 
of fish, well cooked Irish stew, a hunk of pie ; 
and, if they had paid no heed to the fierce ex- 
pletives volleyed upon them, the two galley 
slaves received a cup of coffee later, with : "Here 
—here's a cup of coffee for you, you poor devils." 
Pierre and Four Eyes are not the only people 
who have chosen the fleshpots of Egypt on such 



An air of belligerence still hung about the boat, 
thick as the smell of the cattle. The twelve 
stallions, ranged amidships, bickered like the men. 
The alleyway b^._.e them was narrow; they 
could stretch their necks all the way across it, 
and they were everlastingly doing so-not in the' 
friendly way of the long-horned cers that 
stretched out merely to draw attention to them- 
selves lest somebody might have food for them, 
but stretched out crankily, even at their mildest,' 
and at their worst, devilishly. When one did so 
thrust out its head the ears were always laid back, 
the teeth showing, the eyes rolled white, glinting 
round to see what the neighbour was up to. 
Out would come that neighbour's head like a 
darting snake, and snap would go the teeth left 
and right. Out came the next head, and so on 
along the line-till every horse was snapping 
left and right save the end ones, that had only to 
keep alert inwards. Thus were they with each 
other, and when human beings came along each 






tried to take a piece out of :he passer by ; and 
when he succeeded in runnning the gauntlet, 
tried to take a piece out of its neighbour for 
having wished to share the human being's head. 
Most of the men attempted the ''Whoa now! 
Steady boyl" method, not only for their own 
sakes, but for those who were to handle the horses 
later. The night watchman used to go past 
them on hands and knees. Scholar saw him do 
so once, and immediately gave up his practice 
of going on to the upper deck, and passing over 
them so, and descending again; gave up even 
descending to the lower deck and running the 
gauntlet of the men t' • ~ (which was not quite 
as bad as that of the siallions, for not all were 
unfriendly) when coming and going. Now, when 
he had occasion to go forward alone, he always 
did so by way of the horses, the direct way, and 
passed them slowly. Each one of them seemed 
to be possessed of a devil. Cockney had an ear 
torn off— and the temper of the stallions was 
not improved thereby. That fellow was a mar- 
vel. He got the bandage off the dent of the 
taffrail on the third day, and that afternoon he 
had his head bound up afresh because of his torn 







ear. He expressed no opinion about these stal- 
lions, he voiced no threat, not even to the steward 
who bandaged him, fresh from the accident ; but 
after the steward had done with him, and he had 
brought the odour of iodoform into our midst and 
been decently sympathised with, he stole away 
armed with a cudgel. Those who saw him slip 
it up under his jacket said nothing. He swung 
with flapping trousers, a vigorous bag of bones, 
along the alley where the stallions challenged all 
comers. Out came the head of stallion one at 
his approach, and crash went the cudgel on its 
nose. That brought out the head and neck of 
the second, brought out the craning necks of all 
of them ; and Cockney flailed his way along the 
line, flailed up and down, and flailed his way 
back again, and returned to the cattlemen's den 
and sat down upon the bunk's edge, with the 
spreading stain of a fresh hemorrhage upon the 
bandage. Men looked at the head between those 
thin hands. 

" Your ear's a-bleedin' again," said one. 

" Never mind me hear," he answered. " I give 
them socks." 

But another man eventually advised him to go 


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back to the steward and have his ear re-dressed. 
The stallions were not improved by this treat- 
ment. It was impossible now to "stay with" 
any one of them, hanging on to its upper lip and 
stroking the forehead, whether it would or not, 
and crooning: "Whoa there! Steady boy!" 
They raised their heads high, and launched down- 
wards. Later on, Cockney, back again from the 
doctoring, put his hand to his head and said: 
" I tell you this 'urts, it does ! " suddenly rose and 
went out again ; and once more some men guessed 
what manner of errand he went upon, but . ;d 
nothing. William saw him at his flailing this time. 
" What are you doing ? " he said, charging upon 
him. " I'd give you the same if you hadn't got 
enough already." 

" Wot for ? " asked Cockney, and as he thrust 
forward his face his eyes danced and blazed fever- 
ishly, like the eyes of one at bay, under the white 
" For hitting them," replied William. 
" Bit off my hear, didn't they ? " said Cockney. 
" You leave them alone," William advised. 
"You keep 'em from bitin' off people's 'eads, 
then. They're your stallions, ain't they ? " 




" You leave them alone." 
Cockney fired one word at William, his eyes 
as if a lamp was reflected in them. William 
wrestled inwardly, clenched his hands at his side, 
and Cockney moved on. William turned back 
from him, letting the matter rest there in con- 
sideration of Cockney's state; but he did not look 
where he was going, still had a lingering inclina- 
tion to punch Cockney anyhow, and had his head 
turned so that Cockney could see that thought in 
his eye. The end stallion flung its head up and 
down, with a sidewise swing, loose necked, and 
William got the blow full on the side of his face 
and head, and went down. 

"Yah!" jeered Cockney, as William dragged 
himself up on one palm, clapping the flat of his 
other hand to his temple, and he returned byway 
of the upper deck (for he was at the far end 
of the stallion row) with a dancing step, to nar- 
rate to those in the cattlemen's quarters what had 
befallen. And they were quietly satisfied, for 
William was no favourite. They all remembered 
how he had come to their door one morning, and 
stood behind Candlass in the attitude of a prize- 
fighter being photographed for the posters. 



The steers were not like that. Many of the 
men had pets among them. There was a big 
fellow on the main deck that won almost all the 
men over, all those that could be won over by 
anything. He began his engaging ways about 
the third day, and kept them up thereafter. As 
soon as he saw anything on two legs advancing 
he thrust his head across the alley, holding it a 
little tilted like a cat that asks to have its neck 
scratched. After the feeding and watering was 
over knots would linger there, beside that wise 
long-horn. The hand was not enough ; he pre- 
ferred the edge of a piece of board rubbed up 
and down. Seeing how he enjoyed a scratch, 
various men offered themselves as scratchers to 
other beasts. You could see the men all along 
the alley, each with a piece of board, arms going 
up and down automaton-like, the steers with their 
heads slowly turning, gratified. And as the men 
like clock-work figures scratched the beasts' 
necks, they carried on shouting discussions each 
to each. But this big fellow who inaugurated the 
scratching was especially charming. When one 
side was scratched sufficiently for the time being, 
he would raise his head up and over, carefully, so 

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that his long horns might not smite his human 
friend, and then present the other side of the neck 
for treatment. If the movement was not observed 
he would turn his head slowly to the side, push- 
mg-none of your swinging blows from him, no 
suggestion ever of drawing back his head and 
launching it forward with sharp horn projecting. 
The bulls, too, that had been unruly the first 
day, were now all friendly. If a man happened 
to lean against their j...n, he would be reminded 
of where he was, no-: by a prod of a horn, but 
by a ringed nose nuzzling into the hands held 

After the glorious scent of balsam, blown out 
to us from the south shore, became so thin it was 
scarcely perceptible amid the smell of beasts, the 
whoop of the siren, thrilling the decks, on and on 
was added to the lowing of the steers and the' 
bleating of sheep. The Glory slowed down 
slightly and glided into the Newfoundland fog. 


Fog reeked and rolled round the ship, and there 
was a swell on the sea. Under the fog it moved, 
with knolls and valleys, high and low, regular 
and apparently everlasting as those rolls and dips 
of green grazing land from Rocky Mountain 
House down to the Little Missouri-that country 
"beyant," whence came the cattle. Ever and 
again one could see across and along, under the 
fog, as a man on hands and knees might, lifting a 
carpet's edge, look along the floor. But even that 
was a doubtful kind of vision, with shifting and 
obliterating coils of vapour, so that even if the 
fog lifted for a yard or two it seemed as if the sea 
steamed below the lifted fog. The sea's surface 
seemed covered by a film, and the swell moved 
under it, a film that the Glory broke as she loomed 
along, sliding her nose up and down, many feet to 
the rise, many feet to the drop, advancing all the 
while. It was before the day of wireless. No 
messages were coming and going ; only her siren 
complained into the wilderness of fog and water. 







Forward, the first officer and a couple of seamen 
took soundings. The ship stopped in a great 
stillness. Sheep sneezed and coughed; the 
cattle lowed. Deep down there was a sound of 
shovelling of coal ; then a bell cling-clanged, and 
once again there broke out a sound as of a " hush," 
and the whirl and whirl of the shaft with its old 

Feeding and watering being over for the after- 
noon, the cattlemen clustered in their hot den, 
that little bit of an iron safe of a place, going up 
in the air, swinging left and right, full of such 
sounds as a cane chair makes. Michael, squat 
and broad, patch on his eye, was telling some 
experience of his life to somebody ; another man 
drew near to listen and remained; still more 
clustered round. Twosomes, talking in corners, 
desisted to listen also. 

" Michael 1 " one of them called. " Wasn't there 
something about you and stowing away ? " 

" Oh, that's an old story," answered Michael. 

"What's that about?" asked several of the 
younger men, who wanted to gather as much data 
as possible on this subject. "Tell us about it, 
Michael," they besought him 


"Well," said Michael, "it was when I came 
over on the A-Chiles." 
" Was Johnson boss then ? " 

"Oh, before Johnson's time. I've been over 
with Johnson, too," said Michael. 

"Shut up I" several admonished. "Let him 
tell the story." 

"I was on the rocks," said Michael. "You 
see I got down to the docks too late to get the 
A-Chiles back." 

There was a movement of interest, a drawing 
closer. This was a predicament they understood 
There are always cattle to bring eastward from 
Canadian and U.S. ports to Liverpool or London, 
and the cattleman may return with his boss on 
the same ship; but if he loses it there are not 
cattle-boats plying west across the Atlantic to 
give him a job again. There is stoking to be 
done, of course, east and west, but there is some 
kmd of stokers' union; and the cattleman does 
not know whether he would be welcomed among 
the stokers. There are always ways of getting 
across, but the cattleman, or at any rate the 
young cattleman, needs to be posted up on them. 
Where did you stow away?" asked one of 



the wizened partners of that youth who morning 
by morning demanded his shaving water from 
Rafferty. Michael had already begun his story, 
and this question, and others discharged from 
the rear of those clustered near him, slightly 
offended him. 

" As I was saying," said he, " I goes on board, 
and some of the fellows had left one of the boats 
afore fixing the tarpaulin down. I gets inside 
there, and I hears som'^body say : * I see you ! I'll 
get the police to you 1 ' " 

The Inquisitive One unconsciously ducked his 
head into his shoulders, and the edges of his 
eyes narrowed. The word "police" always 
affected him like that. Jack took on the expres- 
sion of someone who does what is called " look- 
ing the other way." He became blank. 

" But I thought I knew the voice," continued 
Michael. " I says : ' Is that you, Jim Larson ? * " 

" It was a friend, was it ? " a tense listener ex- 

Michael looked with his one eye at the in- 

" So he fastens up the tarpaulin," said he, " and 
there I stays till we drops Ireland, and I tell ye 


I was vvantin' something to eat. So I puts my 
hand over the gunwale, and loosens them ropes 
and " '^ ' 

One of the men at this came a little closer 
cunning and critical. ' 

"—I comes on deck, and oh there was a " 

Michael's vocabulary broke down at this, and 
with a lot of by-thises and by-thats, he gave it to 
be understood that a bo'sun and a third officer 
told h,m that they would clap him in irons, tLat 
the skipper ordered him to be swung over the 
side ma cradle and start in chipping, and that 
he said he wouldn't go. At this point Michael 
looked up at the insidious critic. 

''Oh, well, indeed," he hurriedly went on, "I 
did a bit of painting for them, and my friend on 

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" Yes," said somebody, " but wasn't there some- 
thing about you having a fight with the bo'sun 
when he took you forward ? " 

'; There was indeed, there was some kind of 
scrimmage." Michael looked up with his one 
eye at the man whose expression in listening was 
different from that of all the other listeners. 



" You been over with me before, haven't ye ? "^he 
asked him. 

" Tell us about the scrap you had with the 
bo'sun going forward 1 " shouted another. 

"No, indeed," Michael declared. "I'll drop 
that bit out. I've told the story so often that I 
don't know myself now which is the right way of 
it and which is the wrong way." 

There was a laugh at this, and Michael smiled. 

" Oh, indeed, there was a fight all right," he 
assured them. " But I've told about it different 
V ays. I sometimes wonder myself now if I came 
oflF best." 

There were S3'mpathetic murmurs. 

" Indade, of course, of course," Mike spoke, 
lying stretched upon his top bunk, near the door, 
head on hand, lenient and understanding. " You 
got over anyhow, and you didn't get put in the 
clink, and there's much to be thankful for." 

" Oh, we're only cattlemen," said a voice. 

" Lend us your mouth organ 1 " crif^ a youth. 

The Inquisitive One looked for a moment as 
if he would protect his breast pocket ; but fight- 
ing was getting stale, and so he handed over the 
instrument, the man who took it wiping it on 


a dirty sleeve before he plunged into the strains 
of " Rule Britannia ! " As he played there was 
& movement among those near the door. Cand- 
lass was there, but he lingered outside until the 
air was finished and then— "Feed and water, 
boys," he said, looking in, and as his men defiled 
into the passage Raflferty arrived. 

•' Come on wid youse, lower deck ! " he bawled. 
His men filed out fairly orderly. It was only 
at the morning call that they were still inchned 
to be cross-grained. 

Affairs were settling down into the routine of 
the trip. There was, indeed, a spirit of frier d- 
line- growing among the "Push." Free of 
lio f, and of the after effects of liquor, the 
la. jeness of heart of many was evident, though 
perhaps there was something morbid, as well 
a^ of kindly interest, in their sympathy that they 
lavished on litile Michael. He had his head 
turned over it, spent most of his spare time sit- 
ting on the edge of his bunk, holding up his 
head to let them look at his eye under the shade. 
Cockney and he, if they had not yet made friends 
exactly, had allowed the matter of their fight on 
the poop to be as an ancient matter now forgot- 

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ten. The bad eye might have been the result 
of an accident for all that was said about Cock- 
ney by those who looked at it ; indeed Cckney 
was the only one who seemed to recall the origin 
of it. He sat apart, looking a little ashamed 
during these examinations of the injured member ; 
but his shame soon began to give way to jealousy, 
for had he not a bandage on his head — had he 
not an interesting ear that might be pried at ? 
Yet, take it by and large, as k amen say, a feel- 
ing of amicability came to the ship— that is to 
say by comparison witli ^ne spirit that had in- 
habited it so far. Had any quietist been spirited 
aboard upon an Arabian carpet he might well 
have been excused for stepping hastily on to it 
again, and most hastily murmuring the incanta- 
tions that would speed his departure; but for 
those who had seen the " Push " with the drink 
in it, or the drink waning in it, the S.S. Glory 
was now almost on the way to being sacred 1 

The night-watchman, who slept away most 
of the day in Rafferty's cabin, was the most ob- 
jectionable sight on deck. He always appeared 
at meal times, scooped up more than his share, 
then strolled about for a little while for a con- 




stitutional, but was never spoken to. As the 
days wore on, however, he spoke to others in a 
manner horribly blending intimidation and fawn- 
ing, his great moustache waving. He would plant 
himself in front of some member of the " Push " 
and explain that he had come down in the world, 
that he had a son in the Household Cavalry, six 
foot three, with a fist that would fell an ox. " If 
my son was on board," he would say, and glare, 
and if the glare was returned: "Oh, not that 
I mean anything," he would add. The cattlemen 
gossiped infinitely less than do people aboard a 
passenger ship, but it was inevitable that the 
watchman should be observed, and to some extent 

" What was he saying to you ? " asked Jack of 
a young man before whom the night-watchman 
had been peering and glaring and fawning. 

" Oh, I don't know — about a son in the army, 
six foot three, knock the stuffing out of anybody. 
Says he's been divorced." 

Mike, hanging over the rail, turned arouna. 

"He's a lazy good-for-nothing, that nigiit- 
watchman," he said. " It's a wonder to me youse 
fellows on the lower deck don't fix him. These 




last nights now we haven't had a dacent sleep for 
him waking Rafferty." He laughed. "I hear 
Rafferty says to him : ' Don't you waken me,' he 
says, ' if there are only one or two loose. Waken 
me if there's more than half-a-dozen.'" Mike 
paused, and then added : " But there always is 

Some of the lower deck men within hearing 

" Oh, I know what it is," said Mike. " Some 
of youse slips out at night and loosens them, so 
as to get back on Rafferty for treating you the 
way he does. It's cutting of/ your nose to spite 
your face, bringing Rafferty in at twilve, at wan, 
at two, and at three, roaring like hill for you 
to tumble up, and wakenin' us all. What was he 
after saying now, shoving his face at you, me 
lad, and waving his tusks at you in the wind ? 
Was it about his tall son that has the strong 

" He says he was divorced," said the young 

'• Divorced, is it ? " answered Mike. " He must 
have been married then, so there wouldn't be any 
truth in what I would be calling his lad to him 



if he comes along to me talking about him and 
his strong arm, and hinting what he would be 
after doing, and him thousands of miles away." 
His voice growled on. " Did he tell ye what he 
was divorced for ? " 


Mike's voice almost suggested that he knew 

" Indade, he was divorced for laziness," he said. 

Jack swaggered away smiling, and the night- 
watchman, arriving then on the poop, came up 
to him, seeing he was alone. 

"Are these men talking about me?" he 

He was evidently a poor judge of character. 
Jack strolled slowly past and over his shoulder 
—"Ask them," he said. 

The night watchman glared and bellowed, in 
the roaring voice of a bar-room bully : " I'm only 
asking you a simple question." 

Jack stopped in his stride, looked again over 
his shoulder, and smiled queerly. The night- 
watchman thought it was a pacific smile, and 
stepped closer. 

" I won't have it ! " he roared, and thrust his 




tusked face forward presumabl}' to let Jack see 
the determination in it. 

Jack merely canted himself backwards, hands 
in pockets, and— "Take your face off me," he 
said quietly, " or I'll spit in your eye." 

The night-watchman was shocked. 

"That's a nice thing for a lad to say to an 
elderly man," he commented. 

" Oh, shut up ! " said Jack quietly. 

" If my son was here " 

" If your son was here," said Jack mockingly. 
" I know all about him— he's six foot three, isn't 
he ?— I'd pound the stuffing out of him. One of 
the family is enough to be going on with. If 
you come chumming round the decks after me any 
more, I'll come along and stick you in the ribs to- 
night, when you're down there supposed to be 
watching. I will. I don't want you to come 
talking to me. You'll waken up with a knife in 
you. Now, that'll do I " and he strolled on, leav- 
ing the night-watchman with a face of terror, but 
drawing himself erect, and twisting his mous- 

Jac'.: walked the length of the deck and turned, 
but stepping a foot to one side so that he walked 



back, in his slow march, direct upon the night- 
watchman. As he walked he took his right hand 
from his pocket, clenched, and walked swinging 
it. " Get out of the way ! " he said. " Shift ! " 
The watchman moved on one side. Jack walked 
on, wheeled, marked where the night-watchman 
stood now, and, both hands in pockets again, he 
trod the deck back like a panther, straight toward 

" You're doing this on purpose ! " boomed the 
night-watchman, squaring himself again. 

Jack raised his handsome and evil face. 

"You come around talking to me," he said, 
"you say any more to me and I'll fix you all 
right." The night-watchman stepped aside, and 
when Jack turned at the end of that walk the 
watchman was scuttling down the companion way 
like a rabbit into a burrow. 

Nobody congratulated Jack in words. He 
was a dark horse. He was one of themselves, 
but except with Johnnie he was not a clubable 
young man. Men like Cockney, men like Mike, 
never spoke to him, nor he to them. Sometimes, 
in the morning, after the watering was over, if he 
met Scholar's eye, he would give his head a little 






jerk to left and say : "Hallo!" He was of those 
who, when others talked, could move away and 
not come back again, and yet be called to account 
by no one for such contempt. He was of those 
who, if spoken to, could lean up against the rail, 
cross-legged, turn and look gently up and down 
the frame of the questioner, then move away, 
dumb. Perhaps it was Jack, and his partner 
Johnnie with his feverish devilry, who were at 
the bottpm of an opinion that began to be current 
on the lower deck. The lower deck men, it 
appeared, thought that the main deck men were 
somewhat lacking in spirit. They managed to 
pass on their devilish restlessness to one or two 
on the deck in question, and these, thus affected, 
had the air of looking for trouble. A handy 
theme offered, and they fell to grumbling over the 
fact that they were three men short. 

" Men short, did you say ? " inquired Mike. 
" Things ^short. Do you call them three things 
men ? " 

The complaining voices subsided, but there 
were glances cast at Mike by one or two that were 
intended to be read as : " Who do you think you 
are ? " 



" I've had enough short-handed," broke out one 
of the less easily extinguished. 

But here the routine interfered. A hail came 
from forward, and the men on the poop, and the 
men in the cabin below, had to file away to the 
afternoon feeding. When the main deck bunch 
spread out with hay and buckets, Candlass 
appeared, coming down the narrow alley to see 
that the men did not overdo the belabouring of 
those steers near the end where the hay was, 
great beasts whose main thought was to make a 
meal off the armfuls of hay that went past them 
while the steers at the far end looked down the 
alley and lowed vehemently; to see, also, that 
the mood of laziness in the men did not triumph 
over the mood of determination and prevent the 
steers at the far end from having a fair feed ; to 
see also that all hands had tumbled out. So far 
he had had no skulkers in his crowd, but he was 
an experienced cattle boss. He moved along 
slowly, edging sideways past each hay-laden man. 
All were busy ; he had merely to look on. Then 
he spoke. 

" Isn't there a man short ? " he asked. 

Nobody answered. 



" Tom," he addressed one, " do you know where 
that fellow with the mouth organ is ? " 

" Isn't he here, boss ? " and the man that Cand- 
lass had spoken to looked along the decks as if 
he expected to see the Inquisitive One somewhere 
at work. Candlass went slowly up the alleyway. 
Scholar did not observe his approach until the 
boss's hand was on his shoulder, and he pushed 
his armful of hay aside to let Candlass go past, a 
steer on the side toward which he moved im- 
mediately tearing at the bundle. 

"There's a man short, isn't there. Scholar?" 
asked Candlass. 

'•Don't know," answered Scholar, and was 
aware that Candlass peered sharply at him be- 
fore hailing Mike, 

" What's the matter with that man, Mike, the 
man that has the mouth organ ? " 

There was distress on Mike's forehead as he 
answered : " I don't know." 

"You should know," said Candlass. "You're 
the straw boss." 

" Yes, yes, I'm the straw boss maybe, but I'd 
rather work meself than " and he said no 




more. Only Scholar, near Candlass, caught the 
response of: " Oh yes, quite so." 

Then the boss went aft ; and all the men along 
the alley, for some reason, turned and looked at 
his back. Even after he had disappeared they 
continued to pass the hay without a word, then 
they looked along the alley again, and coming 
forward was the Inquisitive One. The mouths 
of several of the men opened, an upright furrow 
showed between their brows. What they saw 
seemed inconceivable, for the Inquisitive One 
appeared to have shrunk, was deathly white, did 
not look the same man. Behind him Candlass 
walked, shoulders a little bent, as one under a 
burden, lips puckered, and eyes on the deck ; and 
the Inquisitive One fell to work, making a 
whimpering sound ever and again. He was 
changed, as a cat that has been dipped in a tub of 
water, but he never told any of the men what 
Candlass had done to him. Some asked, who 
had his gift, or failing, of inquisitiveness ; others 
left it to him to tell if he cared to; but none 
heard. Probably it was a bear-hug that the 
Inquisitive One had received, alone in the cattle- 
men's cabin where he sulked over Mike's con- 




tempt for those who objected to working with 
three men short — for Candlass had arms like 




The crew sober was very different indeed from 
the crew drunk. Their likes and their dislikes 
were more explicable now. There were one or 
two who spoke to nobody and were left alone 
such as the Man with the Hat. He had made a 
nest of hay for himself on the upper deck • 
nobody knew, nobody cared, what he did when it 
ramed ; nobody was curious enough to go along 
to see how he weathered it when they passed 
through lashing rain. He had one manner for all 
men-one attitude-the attitude of a bulkhead 
A friendly approach was met by him exactly in 
the same fashion as an inquisitive approach As 
for openly antagonistic approach-none made it 
He d,d not seem to want to know anything about 
the cattlemen. Even when at work with his half 
of the gang he was never known to say a word 
except onct hen a man pushed him, and he' 
whirled round upon him and said, low and vindic 
tive, the one word " Quit I " And the man quit. 
The night-watchman halted beside him once and 




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said " Good evening," but received no reply. He 
did not take the snub, stood beside the nest of the 
Man with the Hat, looking up at the voluminous 
and oily-looking smoke that rushed away from the 
top of the smoke stack and stretched out like a 
fallen pillar, diminishing across the sea. 

" Well," said the night-watchman, still looking 
overhead, " it looks as if we might have a dirty 
night." , 

Still there was no reply, and the night-watch- 
man, thrusting his hands deep in his coat pockets, 
fumbling for pipe and matches, looked round at 
the Man with the Hat, and peered at him from 
under his cream-coloured eyebrows — then moved 
on with a little more haste than he usually 
exhibited, recovered a few paces away, and made 
pretence that he had only moved off to light his 
pipe in the lee of one of the sheep-pens. He 
bent down there in the attitude of a boy at leap- 
frog, and as he lit his pipe, expending many 
matches, could only think to himself: " That is a 
dangerous young man." 

Scholar, who had no distaste for the appear- 
ance of the Man with the Hat, marching to and 
fro on the swinging deck later on, enjoying the 


pillar of smoke rolling o n the deepening 
purple night, enjoying the wind, enjoying ihe 
sweep of the masts that gave the stars, as they 
came out, an appearance as of rushing up and 
down the sky, commented, in passing the Man 
with the Hat : " Bit of wind." No reply ! He 
thought that the wind carried his words away. 
" Bit of wind, I say," he repeated. No reply. 
He thought the man must be deaf, so passed on 
and took his stand near the stern that tossed high 
and slid do^^^l, every slide being a forward slide, 
the screws whirling. He was enjoying the motion 
and the spindrift on his shoulders— for he was 
only in undervest and trousers-when up came 
two men of the lower deck squad, and one said 
to h,m : " Rough night." He did not feel inclined 
to talk with them, but, a little sorr from what 
might have been a snub forward (for the Man 
with the Hat might not be deaQ, he put a certain 
warmth into his nod and smile in response The 
two came closer at that. He wondered why it 
was that so many of these men could not chat 
without having the appearance of being ready at 
any moment to lift a hand and smite their inter- 
locutor. They came close and plied him with 



questions— one a Welshman, the other from the 
Kingdom of Fife. Somewhat thus went the con- 
versation : 

" Whit deck are you on ? " 

•* The main deck." 

'• I wondered. I never seen you on the lower 
deck. Where have you been ? " 

"What do you mean?" asked Scholar. 

*' Have you been in Canada ?" 

" Yes— part of it." 

"What part?" asked the Welshman. 

" Oh, I came up through Lower Ontario." 

"Then you wasn't stopping there?" this from 
the Fifer, with a villainous scowl, as if Scholar 
had been trying to deceive. " You was in the 


Instead of giving them County and State as 
reply, he answered now with the bald : " Yes." 

" What states?" asked the Welshman. 

" Michigan." 

" Whit was ye daeing in Michigan ? " asked the 


There came into Scholar's mind a brief con- 
versation he had overheard earlier in the day. 
One man had told a story of something he. had 




seen " when I was in Florida."—" What were you 
doing in Florida ? " the Inquisitive One had asked 
after the story was told.— "Eh?" had said the 
man who had been in Florida, with a note of 
warning.—" I asked you what you were doing in 
Florida ? " the Inquisitive One had returned, with 
a showing of the teeth.— "Ask my elbow!" had 
been all the answer to that, spoken as if each 
word was a knife-thrust. Scholar felt himself out 
of his sphere. He had no practice in saying : 
"Ask my elbow!" in that tone, or in any tone; 
and it seemed to him the requisite reply now. As 
he paused, wondering how to fob off these two 
catechists, the Fifer said, with a curl of his lip : 
" You're getting it now, then." 
•' Getting what ? I don't understand you." 
" Oh, you understand all right." 
Scholar's eyelids came slightly together. He 
wished he knew how to act in this society, 
found himself squaring his chest a little, found 
that his jaw was tightening. At this juncture 
Mike appeared on deck, hitched his belt, came 
rolling along towards them, drew up alongside 
and yawned loudly, stretching himself, raising his 
elbows in the air, and clasping his hands behind 



his head. Then, leaning fomard between the two 
catechists, he spat out into the flying scud, turned 
his big back on them, hitched his belt again, and 
said to Scholar: " Bejabbers, it's cold I Let's 
have a quarter-deck walk. Scholar." 

Scholar fell in step with him. At the end of 
their walk, when they turned, he was aware, with- 
out looking too keenly, that the two men of in- 
quisitorial mind were feeling highly vindictive ; 
bat the end of their return walk bringing them 
again close to these two, Mike took abrieffprther 
step to the taffrail, swinging back largely. 

" What was them two saying to you? " he asked, 
as they walked forward once more. 

" Oh, just asking question ; about where I had 
been, and all that sort of thing." 

Mike gave a " Huh ! " of disgust. They wheeled, 
and began the return balancing walk to the poop 
just in time to see " them two" going down the 
companion-way. Mike brought up against the 
taflfrail at the end of their march this time, and 
leaning back on it, said he : "I tell you what it is, 
Scholar. Them fellers think they're better than 
us cattlemen. They're tradesmen. I've seen 
enough— I don't need to listen to all they're say- 





ing, after what you tell me. They're tradesmen ; 
indade, I expect they're ruddy plumbers. They've 
spotted you, you see. They're thinking to them- 
selves : ' Here's a fellow on board here, and in the 
Ould Counthry we'd be putting gas pipes in bis 
father's house, and he's down n jw, and we'll kick 
him.' Just the same way they would try to kick 
us too, if they didn't think we was down already, 
beyant the likes of them to kick," he added in a 
grim tone, " if they didn't know that we knew how 
to fix them. If they come prying at ye again. 
Scholar— listen now to what I'm tellin' ye : Turn 
yourself around sideways to them, and says you 
to them, says you : ' Ask me elbow ! ' says you. 
And if they shoves their face up against you, says 
you : ' I'll spit in your eye if you shove your face 
at me like that!' And hit. Scholar, hit! It's 
different with the likes of us. You came in among 
us like a man ; anybody could see you wasn't ac- 
customed to us. Now you know what I mean— 
you understand ? " said Mike, for he felt there was 
more in his mind than he could express. " I would 
rather go on a boat with you. Scholar, than with 
thim, if it was a case of taking to the boats ; and 
if it was a row on the waterfronts I'd rather have 

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you with your back to the wall with me than them 
plumbers. You was born different, and you don't 
understand thim — ye see what I mane," and he 
waved his hand. " But you would niver roll a 
shipmate ; and if it came to the bit, I can see it in 
your eye. Scholar, you'd hang on like a bull- 

Scholar felt a great friendliness in his heart to 
this man, though he feared he could not quickly 
learn the lesson, and would have to think out some 
method of his own. The " spit in your eye " 
method of address was foreign to him as yet. 
Mike had been shouting towards the end, for the 
wind was rising ; but now he paused a spell, and 
his gaze roved round the night and its stars. He 
drew a deep breath and returned to matters mun- 

" That watchman will have to keep his eyes 
open to-night," he said. " He's another of them." 
He frowned, looking along the decks forward. " I 
wonder if that feller wi' the big hat is along there 
yet— like a dead burrd in a nest. He's blamed 
unsociable, that feller in the big hat," he com- 
mented. And then : " Oh, I don't blame him if 
he wants to be that way." 




" Perhaps he's afraid of being asked questions," 
suggested Scholar, laughing. 

" Him I No, it's different with him. I said : 
'Good evening mate,' to him the other night 
there, and he pays no attintion. And I looks at 
him, and he gives me the look — you know what 
I mane ; so I says to him, says I : ' All right, 
shipmate,' I says. ' All right, if that's the way of 
it. I know now, anyhow,' says I to him, says I. 
He's a great lad, ye know. I was hearing about 
a bit of a spar him and the cook had." He con- 
sidered the darkened deck. " Yes, he could fix 
them two plumbers all right that was asking 
you questions." 

Scholar had a certain depression in his heart. 
Mike was perhaps aware of it. 

" Oh, I'd rather have you than him any day, all 
the same," said Mike, as if in response to a spoken 
regret at inability to learn the ways of the society 
on board. " I think I'll turn in now. Remember 
what I was telhng ye about them gas-fitters." 

Mike rattled down the companion-way, but 
Scholar remained on deck. A. frjnt sound of 
voices came from below, now and then a laugh. 
The decks throbbed with the everlasting engine ; 






a hissing and a scudding went along the weather 
side ; a sheep snuffled and bleated ; a little while 
ago fresh lashings had been put round their pens, 
tarpaulin dodgers protecting the tops. There 
seemed to be nobody about ; here and there a 
lozenge of golden light, of deck lights, showed. 
The night was fallen almost as dark as the smoke 
from the smoke-stack. The Glory tossed and 
slid, tossed and slid onward ; spray rattled with 
a sound like handfuls of shot on the tops of the 
sheep-protecting tarpaulins. From forward the 
sea's assaults began to sound more loudly, with 
many a resonant clap, and then the rattling as of 
grape shot followed. Scholar thought he would 
go below, among his fellows. Friendliness was 
very dear to him. It was only prying and worm- 
ing into him that ever caused his jaw to tighten, 
his eyes to narrow, as he wondered what the 
stage directions might be. 


When Scholar descended out of the tearing 
night he choked hke an asthmatical man. It was 
not now a smell as of fresh cattle that filled the 
cattlemen's safe, called cabin ; it was a suffocating 
smell as of ammonia. Somebody was singing in 
the cabin that rose and fell with steely and 
wooden screams, and with whispers of the sea 
running round it, the tremendous sea that swirled 
and broke and sprayed on the other side of the 
thin iron plates. The tobacco smoke was per- 
haps not quite so thick to-night, for tobacco was 
growing scarce; but there were still plenty of 
pipes a-going for blue clouds to temper the callous 
glare of the electric light. 

Scholar slipped into the cabin, feeling for a 
moment almost shy. He had learned how to 
come into the cabin when it was a kind of bedlam ; 
but to come into it now, and find it a kind of tem- 
perance sing-song hall for poor seamen, with sev- 
eral of the poor seamen glancing at him in a way 
that suggested their thought was: "Ah! we'll 



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ask hiiii to sing next ! " was a little upsetting. 
He tried to efface himself in his bunk. The 
applause following a heartrending solo about 
" For the flag he gave his young life ! " had just 

" Charles will give us a solo upon the mouth 
organ," said someone. 

Charles looked bashful; it was one thing to 
play the mouth organ on the dock front while the 
others double-shuffled (or, for that matter, to play 
it on an ordinary evening when the ordinary life 
was going on, some listening, others talking, 
voices roaring: "You're a liar!" others bellowing: 
" Shut up ! ") but quite another to have everybody 
quiet even before he began to play. Charles 
screamed that he was "fed up with the thing!" 
and very likely felt a quak' ir his heart so soon 
as the words left his lips, for he was not at all 
"fed up" with his mouth organ; he was very 
keen on it. 

Many coaxed him, and one-eyed Michael said : 

" Well, never mind if you don't want to play. 

Don't worry the young fellow if he doesn't feel 

inclined. Jimmy there will play." 

Jimmy had been shouting: "Go on, Charlie!" 



For a moment he was like a sailing ship taken 
aback, but he plucked up courage, and accepting 
the instrument that Charles handed to him, wiped 
it with his sleeve and began to play. Some rose 
and tried to dance, but did not find dancing easj', 
for the gale was rising, and the stern rose and 
swung and fell and leapt up. They danced, col- 
lided, and fell, danced again, and the onlookers 
whooped with amusement, or smiled with mild 
disdain and pity ; and the mouth organ warbled, 
while the sea echoed and whispered round. 
Candlass, appearing unexpectedly with a lamp, 
brought the man with the mouth organ to a stop, 
and the dancers reeled to their bunks, where they 
sat down laughing. 

" Mike ! " said Candlass. " Oh, you're there, 
Mike. Bring two or three of the men forward 
with you." 

Mike slipped over his bunk side ; three or four 
others rolled out of their own accord, the In- 
quisitive One among them, for though it must be 
a call to work of some kind, and he was not eager 
for extra work, he simply must know what was 

" That will do," said Candlass. " I just want 

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you to come along here and see to some of these 
ropes before you turn in." 

Away they went along the reeking decks. The 
cattle were not in a bad plight at all ; they had 
their four legs to stand upon, and propped each 
other as well. It was those upon the lee side that 
gave most concern to Candlass now. He carried 
the lamp high, casting weird shadows, and direct- 
ing the men in the slacking of a rope here, the 
hauling up of one yonder. There was no doubt 
that the gale was rising; sailors were battening 
down a hatch overhead, and their voices, as they 
hailed each other before they got the whole hatch 
covered, shutting out the night, came down 
broken and blown. Seas came over the decks, 
smacking like the flat of a great hand, and rushed 
past. Now that the hatches were battened down 
there was a kind of confined feeling-the long 
deck above, and the steer-packed deck below, 
converged in the perspective, and gave a feeling 
as of being buried alive in a monstrous box full 
of a dance of weird lights and shadows. 

Their work over, Candlass said : " That'll do, 
men. I'd better have a man or two up to-night,' 
along with the watchman." 




" All right," answered Mike, looking forward 
to the variety. 

" No, no— not you," said Candlass. '• You fel- 
lows can go back." 

Away they went along the choking decks, one 
or another pausing now and then to scratch, with 
closed fists— fingers being useless to the big 
beasts— some head that thrust forward inviting. 
Others, when a head leant out determinedly, 
smote at it to make way— but most, by this time, 
had desisted from such methods, and were more 
inclined to make friends with the steers. They 
met Rafferty as they were on their way back. 

" Where's Candlass ? " he asked them. 

" He's behind." 

" Oh, he's behind, is he ? Are you fellows go- 
ing to have another man or two up with the 
watchman. ? '■ 

" I was just talking about it," came Candlass's 
voice, he walking aft in the rear ; " but I guess 
I'll stop up myself." 

" All right," said Rafferty. " I'll relieve you 
then, if you tell me when." 

They passed on to the cabin, Candlass fri low- 
ing to thrust his head in and look sharply till 
silence fell. 





" You fellows," he said, " if I come and call on 
you to-night, turn out lively." 

" All right, boss," several shouted, but Candlass 
had already turned away. 

All were soon asleep ; but, as it happened, there 
was no night call. On a night like this, even it 
the bosses had not been about on the decks, the 
little trick of loosening some steers in distaste for 
the nightrwatchman or for Rafferty would have 
been allowed to lapse. All slept, or at least all 
were silent; for perhaps here and there, in a 
bunk, someone lay staring at the electric lights 
that were never put out, and could not be put out, 
there being no switch in the cabin, lay staring and 
wondering at the whole business, the deep breath- 
ing, the occasional sighs, the place ringing to the 
blows of the sea, and echoing, as though some- 
one whispered to the sweep of the spray without ; 
the whirl of the driving propeller going on and on, 
as if for ever, under foot. 

They thought at first, when they wore called, 
that it was a night call, woke gasping in the reek 
of ammonia, to find Candlass going his rounds 
along a sloping deck, the Glory now having a 
tremendous list on, never swinging up to a level, 



but rolling all the time from the degrees of that 




comparable with that ol 
steeple, an almost anxious slope, then back up 
again, and pitching, too. The men who were 
already wakened began to shout : " Tumble up I 
Tumble up ! " even before Rafferty appeared ; and 
there was little need for him to raise his cry, for 
almost all were awaKe and rolling from their 
bunks as he lurched in at the door and glared 
round. The wind shrieked outside, the cabin 
echoed more than ever like a steel drum, the 
screams and groanings were infinitely louder. 
Candlass looked at his men to see what fettle they 
were in, but he had already arrived at an opinion 
and a computation regarding what men could be 
relied on in the event of emergency. 

" Come on 1 " said Mike, and led the way. 

Scholar followed, Michael came next. It was 
very dark. They went along on the windward 
side. All the cattle there had their broad fronts 
against the making-fast board, their heads over it. 
The men moved along, propped against the 
hoardings to leeward. The cattle on that side 
were standing well back, leaning against each 
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manoeuvred forward a faint glow showed to star- 
board, which had nothing to do with the scattered 
lamps that, from the beams above, swung round 
and round in circles. One hatch (and only one) 
was still uncovered, and down that the shrieking 
and roaring song of the gale came. Mike poised 
along ahead like one walking on a steep roof 
Up soared the G/ory, and down she plunged, and 
over she rolled-farther over, trembling down 
The cattle staggered ; there was a sound of click- 
mg horns, there were sounds of things going slide 
and crash all over, and still she rolled. She had a 
list on her beyond anything that Mike had ever 
known. He hung on with his right hand ; he was 
under the hatch now. Scholar a pace or two 
behind, and both could look up at the dark sky 
overhead showing purple before the beginning of 
another day. It was then four o'clock. And as 
she hung over thus they watched the stars rush 
wildly up the sky like soaring rockets, up and 
over, and then up came the sea, following the 
soaring stars. It gave them pause. So far over 
did she hang that, from where they held tight 
upon the windward side, they could see clean 
through the hatch above, and over its lee edge 

It s.nncd t.) be ruslii,,. at tluM,> with all its d.rk puink. 
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right out to the junction of sky and sea (a strip 
of awesome whiteness, or less whiteness than the 
colourless look of a glass of water) beyond an 
unforgettable tremendous tossing waste of a 
deep and velvety purple. And still she hung 
over, so that they saw more and more of the sea. 
It seemed to be rushing at them with all its great 
dark purple hollows, its purple hillsides, its snowy 
crests. And in that moment Scholar averted his 
eyes from it and looked toward Mike, and found 
Mike— hanging on— looking over his shoulder 
rearward. Their eyes met. And Scholar believed 
that perhaps Mike was right in his view of him 
that he had voiced the day before when the gale 
was rising— believed that when it came to the 
" bit " he would not be found wanting. 

Then the stars that had rushed up came rushing 
down again, bringing the sky with them, and it 
fitted over in place. The Glory rolled and pitched 
onward, still with something of a list, but no fol- 
lowing roll sent her so far over, and from no suc- 
ceeding roll was she so slow to rise c.^ ..n. 



A. FEW of the pickpocket-faced ones hung back 
during the gale that morning, crawled into corners, 
effacing themselves, like sick cats. At the after- 
noon feeding and ,/atering (despite the words of 
contempt, glances of contempt, and, worst of all, 
sciences of contempt, bestowed upon them when 
they showed face at their own feeding-time) 
several did not turn out, pretended to do so — 
perhaps tried to do so— but slunk back to the 
cabin. When Raifetty, missing them, came aft to 
hunt them forth, they showed their peeked faces 
to him, worn and scared ; and he despised them 
and left them, turned back to his working majority 
again and shouted through the shouting of the 
storm overhead, and the rushing of the draught 
along his deck : " There's some chickens, some 
chickens ! " His men knew to whom he referred, 
looked at him — and sneered, and laughed, and 
tossed their heads in agreement ; Jack even, whose 
attitude to Rafferty so far had been one of watch- 
fulness, gave a kind of loud mutter of: " We 




don't want the.n with us, messing about here." 
Cockney too, energetic straw-boss, looked on 
them as did Rafferty. 

" Let 'em lie there and shiver, then," he said. 

Only two of the main deck men were perturbed 
beyond labour by the steadily increasing violence 
of the gale, scared by the consideration that it had 
begun to blow last night, and had been getting 
worse and worse ever since. 

" Two men short ! " commented Candlass in the 
afternoon, and went aft to the cabin to look for 
them, found one on the way, behind a bale of hay, 
peered at him as if wondering what he was doing 
there, balancing carefully with loose knees, taking 
hand from pocket only to grab and hang on by a 
protruding end of barricade. He eyed him as a 
man may eye a newly-bought puppy that has gone 
in between the sofa's end and the wall. The 
youth got up, scrambled out as best he could, 
hauled himself to his feet. Candlass spoke never 
a word, but bowed to him in the attitude of one 
listening for a whisper, mock-commiserating, and 
the youth dragged himself forward to find that 
his fellows did not want him, had fallen to work 
passing the hay themselves, and were inclined to 

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treat him as if he was in the way. He had the 
air as of pleading to be allowed to do something. 
Candlass, meanwhile, walked on into the cabin, 
zig-zagged across, looking for his other missing 

There were two of the lower deck hobbledehoys 
there. He waggled a thumb at the door, and they 
got up and crawled out, but he did not follow 
them ; he went up on deck instead, to hunt out 
the man who was missing from his own deck in 
particular. The sheep sniffled and bleated occa- 
sionally under securely-lashed dodgers that now 
covered the tops of all the pens. They saw his 
feet and thrust out their black faces, wrinkled 
their noses, shivered and withdrew. It was near 
their feed time. (Mike and Cockney, with two or 
three others, saw to them daily on their way back, 
after having tended the cattle.) Candlass tilted 
his body along, looking left and right to see where 
his man might be hiding, the ship ever and again 
pausing in the midst of a rise, pausing much as 
men on deck did at a more violent and unexpected 
roll and kick. Some greater wave, at such times, 
had caught her fair, and smashing upon her hull 
as on a cliff, raced whirling along the length of 



her, shot up her side, soared thinly there beyond 
the bulwark, to be immediately blown wide, as is 
the top of a fountain in the wind, scudding and 
rattling along the decks. Tarpaulins had been 
rigged entirely across her, below the bridge, to 
protect th - sheep on the after deck ; and as far as 
to that barrier did Candlass now strut, tilting and 
balancing. And there, in a space between two 
sheep-pens, beside a ventilator, he saw a pair of 
boot-soles, bent down and grabbed at the legs 
beyond them, and the face of the missing man 
looked up at him— green. It was sea-sickness. 
Candlass stooped low. 

"Sick?" he said. 

The man's eyes rolled. He clung desperately 
to the ventilator. 

" Don't fall overboard, don't want to lose a man. 
Savvey ? " 

The man tried to nod ; his whole body sagged 
forward in that effort. 

" You lie on your back when you ain't actually 
being sick," Candlass roared into his ear. 

Agaii the man tried to nod and at least suc- 
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of being powerless to keep it from doing aught 
but rolling left and right. 

"Don't fall overboard," Candlass counsollrd 
again, and lurched away, muttering to himself: 
"Sick all right." 

But most of the men enjoyed the gale. It was 
something doing. And when, next morning, the 
pickpocket-faced youth sat up ready to give his 
shout of: "Call me in another hour, Rafferty, 
and bring me m- ^having water," his voice failed. 
He looked round the cabin; he had been one of 
the shirkers yesterday. 

"That's right," saii one of the men. "You 
keep your mouth shut this morning I " And the 
gunsel and hi?, special cronies kept quiet, for it 
was unfitting that those who skulked in a corner 
during a gale should cheek Rafferty the morning 
after merely because they found that the swing 
and sweep of the tossing stern were back a little 
more to the normal. The gale had indeed blown 
itself out, or nearly so. It was a tren.endous 
morning in the North Atlantic. A fountam of 
gold, preceding sunrise, shot up eastwards. A 
sound of hissing and of breaking foam was round 
the ship, and echoed in every corner. The waves 

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soared, great and c 'ing, blue and purple, veined 
like marble in their forward curves with the ''oam 
of other broken waves, soared higher, curled 
their tops, broke, and as they broke the wind took 
the foam and whirled it broadcast. There was a 
wonderful purple and blue and windy hilarity 
over that great expanse, so high a sea running that 
ever, the horizon line was ragged. 

The grub that day seemed painfully sc.mty. 
The uneaten shares of the one or two seasick 
men made no difference, so great were the appe- 
tites of the fit. Cockney admitted, after the meal 
was over, that he sympathised with those persons 
who chummed with, or intimidated, Pierre and 
Four Eyes, for the sake of what food they might 
smuggle away fro,, the galley-though his 
phrasmg of this comprehension was of course all 
his own. 

"Are they cadgir/ off Frenchy and that object 
in the coat ? " asked Mike. 

" 'Aven't you seen 'em ? " said Cockney. " ' O 
Frenchy, bring hus along some pie ! ' " he cried out 
m a fleering voice. 

" I quite belave it," said Mike. " I see some 
of 'em cadgin' tobacco. There's men aboard this 



siiip I know I wouldn't prisint me plug of tobacco 
to. If they took a bite out of it you'd be thinkin' 
the plug- was in their mouth, and the chaw they 
axed for was the piece they gave back to ye." There 
was an attempt at a laugh, an obvious attempt, 
for the shot had gone home. " ' Have ve got a 
piece of chewing on ye ? * " mocked Mike. " ' Me 
pipe's empty, have you a fill about ye ?' — ' Have 
ye a ceega/cet about ye ? '" He paused. " * After 
you wid the ceegareet ! * " he mocked. 

And he lived up to his opinion. There are 
people who arrange their moral code according to 
what they can do and cannot do. There are 
people to whom a fall from fealty to their code is 
occasion for renouncing and deriding that code. 
Mike was not of these. He disliked caoging, but 
had his love of a smoke or a chew driven him to 
cadge he would not have relinquished his opinion ; 
he would have smoked and chewed as a defeated 

All day now there was sign of better weather. 
Even the wind aided to calm the seas, swinging 
round a point or two and besoming the wave- 
tops, flattening them. There was hash and pea- 
soup that day — the pea-soup drunk in the tin 




mugs, of course, along with, or after, the hash— 
and the " Push " were glad of it. It was a great 
tonic day. By night all the clouds seemed to 
have been blown away; stars by the billion filled 
the vault; the Milky Way was like a whirl of 
triumph, like a gesture of joy across the heavens. 
The wake of the tiny little Glory (she seemed 
tiny now) was as an imitation of that Milky Way, 
full of balls, large and small, and smaller, down 
to the size of sparks even, of phosphorus— danc- 
ing and bursting and thinning out. Mike, coming 
on deck a trifle disgusted by a surfeit of what he 
called "soup-kitchen palaver" that was in progress 
amid a group of "youse," looked down at that 
wake, moody, and furrowed, that kind of hulf- 
broken look upon his face, like a wondering beast, 
1 pu^'zled beast. He stood there at the stern, 
lifted high and brought low, till his back went 

"Bejabbers, it's all very strange," he said to 
himself; and being cold he looked round for shel- 
ter. Some wisps of hay, blown from windward, 
had been brought up against the lee rail, and he 
gathered them together. The sheep bleated. 

" I'm using this for me own comfort," he said, 



addressing the sheep in the end cote ; " go to sleep I ' 
And he squatted down with his back against 
the coteS; and stretched out his legs — sat there a 
long time while the ship pulsed and pulsed on, 
tossing her stern and the engines racing and stead- 
ied, racing and steadied, as she slid through the 
sea, churning the water into foam, in which whirls 
of gold began like nebulae of stars, whirled into 
complete little globes, danced avay as entrancing 
as opals, and then suddenly went out. 

Now it happened that, below. Scholar felt he 
might almost suffocate, and remembering that he 
ha(' been some time out of the weather, for which 
he had always a great friendliness, never liking to 
be too long out of touch with it — blow high, blow 
low, rain, mist or sunshine — he too came on deck. 
The poop companion-way had been closed these 
last few days, and that made the cabin all the 
more asphyxiating. He came up that narrow 
staircase, feet clattering on the worn brass edges, 
turned the handle ; eddies of wind did the rest. 
He wrestled a spell with the door, then came on 
deck, closed the door, and looked up in awe at 
all these stars — stood there balancing, now drawn 
away from them down and down, next moment 



soaring and swinging up with a sensation as if he 
might be swung on and come up through that 
golden dust and see some explanation. Then 
down he was borne again, or felt as though his 
body was borne down and his spirit left up there. 
Explanation, or no explanation, it was good — all 
good, the crying of the sea, the whistle and shriek 
of the wind in the cordage, the feel of the wind, 
the scud of the spray — good 1 

He turned and looked forward. There seemed 
to be not a soul on deck. It was as if he had 
dropped from a star, forgetting all about it on the 
way, and had alighted gently upon this thing that, 
reeking volcano-like, tossed and swung, but al- 
ways forward through the night. He had almost 
to take it on faith that there was a man in that 
hardly-discernible little barrel on the foremast, 
the summit of which raked from left to right. He 
peered up at the bridge. Yes, something moved 
there from port to starboard and back again, like 
a mouse running to and fro on a shell. Below 
his feet the ceaseless whirl and whirl went on. 
A man suddenly appeared, jumping up on top of 
the sheep pens, tapping with his toe before him, 
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top and not on tarpaulin cover, turned the top 
of a ventilator, disappeared, bobbed up again, re- 
vealed against the starry sky, or at any rate re- 
vealed from his head down to about his knees, the 
wind pluck-pluck-plucking at his short jacket. He 
disappeared again, jumping down and was gone. 
Scholar moved to one side, kicked something soft, 
looked down and said : " Oh, I beg your pardon ! " 
and a coarse Irish voice answered: "All right, 

There was fresh movement at Scholar's feet. 

" I seen ye against the stars, but ye couldn't see 
me. Bring yourself to an anchor here beside me— 
I have some straw here — and give us your crack." 

Scholar, peering down, was now able to make 
out where Mike reclined, and sat down beside 
him, back against the end of the last sheep-pen. 
But they did not speak at once. Scholar felt in 
his pocket for pipe and tobacco, and held the 
tobacco-bag to Mike. 

" Have a fill ? " he said. 

Mike put forth a hand, and drew it back. 

" No," he growled. 

" I've a plug of chewing-tobacco somewhere," 
said Scholar. " Yes— here it is." 


Out went Mike's hand, then abruptly back 
again ; and this time he thrust both hands deep 
in pockets. 

" No, thank you, Scholar." 

Scholar wondered if he had given some oflFence. 
Ignorant of how to repel in this society in which 
he found himself, he might also, even in sitting 
down in response to Mike's invitation, ignorantly 
have transgressed some usage of courtesy in this 
sphere. Next moment Mike explained. 

" When I see the way the tellers on this ship 
go cadgin' for tobacco it gives me a pain." He 
shifted his position slightly, as if he really felt a 
physical pain. " I would think shame to keep on 
axmg a man day after day— many times a day— 
' Have you got any chewing ? Have you got any 
smoking ? ' " 

" That's all right," said Scholar. " You didn't 
ask me— I offered to you." 

" Yes, yes, I know ; but I said to meself : ' Thim 
fellers has no daycency. I'll do without chewings 
and smokings until I get to Liverpool.' No, 
Scholar, thank you kindly— I'll go wanting it. It 
has too much hold upon me as it is." 

Scholar did not press. 






Now there began to be signs of how the cat- 
tlemen would wander off together when they 
came to land again. Understandings seemed 
to be arrived at between threes and fours and 
half-dozens. It was not exactly cliquishness — it 
was more a case of ** birds of a feather " — No, that 
simile is bad, as are most ready-made proverbs. 
Not their outward parts, their mere feathers, but 
their inner parts arranged the groupings. The 
snarling was all over ; drink, and the effects of 
drink, were old stories. One or two men, of course, 
were still left alone by all, men so different as 
the Man with the Hat and the Man with the 
Specs. Frenchy, or Pierre, his tobacco nearly 
done, and his complaisance in giving it away in a 
like state, was now discarded by some of the 
former spongers, but not by all. Probably those 
who had been interested in him, as well as spong- 
ing upon him, were the ones who now besought 
him to sing a French song, or to tell them what 
France looked like. 



The feeding and watering were by this time 
matters of routine, wakening at four a habit. The 
cabin was almost tenantless, only the cold-blooded, 
or those children of the slums who felt out of their 
element unless they slept in rancid air, turned in 
there. Among the diminishing hay near the 
hatches— all open again — or on the upper deck, 
around the smoke-stack, and between the sheep- 
pens, most of the men slept, snatching a nap dur- 
ing the day when the cattle did not call them, 
sleeping there at night until only the extreme cold 
drove them down, with short gasps, from the 
windy deck to the asthmatical cabin. It was, in- 
deed, easier to tolerate the cabin by day than by 
late night, for by day, and early in the morning, 
there was some tobacco smoke— not much now,' 
to be sure— and the companion was open. At 
night the tobacco smoke soon ceased to combat 
with the ammonia fumes as the men slept, and 
some of the cold-blooded were sure to mount up 
and shut the companion-door before turning in, 
making the cabin's atmosphere more stifling still.' 
They began to talk of reaching Liverpool, of 
what they would do there, to ask each other: 
"You coming back on her?" Cockney and 





Michael exchanged friendly speech again. It is 
doubtful which started, but they were again con- 
versing. The Inquisitive One begged Frenchy 
to " come with us," indicating the group round 
him ; but Pierre explained that he was going home. 
One told another about the loss of Frenchy's 
valis-% and Mike's recovery of it, as he might tell 
of the incident on another ship one day if French- 
men, or valises, were mentioned. Many of the 
men fell to rubbing their chins, and announcing 
that they would be the better of a shave. They 
asked each other : " Have you a razor ? " Frenchy, 
taking warning by the cadging of tobacco that 
left him smokeless now, preterded that he didn't 
know what "razor" meant, was unusually dense to 
signs, could not be got to understand of what they 
talked. Somebody commented that he must have 
a shave, that they all should shave, looked too 
tough, that the day after to-morrow, perhr ps, they 
would be in Liverpool, and if they went ashore 
like this they'd be taken for cadgers by every- 

Scholar took pity on them. He had managed 
to shave twice already, despite the sea running. 
Now he offered the loan of his razor to one man ; 



and many others asked to be next. Some of them 
sneered, both at the razor and at those who 
wished to use it. At any rate Scholar, carefully 
propped, had his shave ; and others— each using 
his razor, each handing i .e razor back to him 
when finished. Thus, at least, they acted to begin 

" I wonder," said Mike, approaching him, "if ye 
would lend me the loan of your razor, Scholar, if 
it's not too much to be asking ye." 

" Certainly," answered Scholar, and Mike had 
his shave, then gave the razor back. Another 
man had it, and thereafter there was no more taik 
of the razor for an hour or two, when suddenly 
several were asking where it was, and it was 
impossible to tell who had it. Mike was greatly 

"I don't like it at all," he said, "not at all. 
Here's Scholar being kind to youse, and there's 
some of you fellers can't see anything without 
putting it in your pockut." 

He looked round the crowd. Harry of the mad 
eyes sat humped, nursing his knees, and smiling 
m front of him. Jack was smiling too, a cynical 
smile it might be, however. Johnnie, over his 

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shoulder, asked them to shut up about that razor. 
Mike's eye rested with suspicion on Mad Harry, 
but he was unshaven; still, that didn't signify. 
Cockney, with a clean bandage on his head, tried 
to thrash out the question of who had used the 
razor last. It was a task more thorny than dis- 
covering who turned out the gas for fun at the 
Philanthropists' Teetotal Hand Out. Little 
Michael, beginning to peer under his eye-patch 
now— with ai^ eye and a half, as it were— 
grumbled a great deal about the disappearance. 
It would give a man who didn't know them such 
a poor opinion of cattlemen I Mike turned his 
troubled face to Michael, puzzling over him ; with 
no vocabulary to express his feelings he wondered 
dumbly if Michael really had so high an opinion 
of a " Push." The inquisitive One drew Scholar 
aside anxiously, and with intense eagerness asked 
him : '• You don't think I got it, do you ? " 

"No, no," said Scholar. "That's all right— 
don't worry about it." 

" No, but I wouldn't like you to think I had it- 
straight I wouldn't." 

Mike was gloomy all that day. At night there 
was again a sing-song, but it was not a very great 



success. One man, called upon for a song, said 
he couldn't sing ; another said : " Get on your feet 
and sing. What the hell's the matter with you ? 
Are you sitting on the razor ? " Another, who 
had danced a breakdown without being asked, 
was told that he was no dancer, and that if that 
, there razor could only be found he'd have his 
throat cut. 

Mike watched to see which men found these 
recurrent references merely amusing, which 
looked disgusted, which appeared guilty ; but it 
wasMmpossible even to begi?! the winnowing in 
that way. A flutter of more pleasant talk 
ricocheted about, Molls and Biddies, and what 
not — names of streets, descriptions of where they 
lay. One man stood up and sang the praises of 
a certain lady friend. Mike's eyes opened wide 
and he stared ; his face gloomed. He shot out 
a hand, pointing at the man. 

" Do you know what I'm going to tell you about 
her ?" he said. Faces turned to see what Mike 
had to bay, and he said. The man looked belli- 
gerent for a moment. 

'• No, no ! " cried Mike to those who laughed. 
" No, no 1 I'm not talking fanciful. I know the 


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That settled it. Those who had listened 
believed that she was beneath contempt, for there 
was verity in Mike's gesture. One of those from 
the lower deck, who had been in the razor queue, 
and was grateful, called to Scholar ; " If you 
don't know Liverpool, Michigan," evidently he 
had heard whence Scholar had come, "you come 
with me. There's a moll I know— you'll like 

"Pay no attintion to them," broke in Mike. 
"Them fellers sees a crimp in a petticoat: and 
they starts singing about her." 

" That's right," agreed another. " Don't you 
go with him. You come along of me." He 
looked Scholar up and down. H^ would be 
rather proud to introduce Scholar, as a shipmate, 
to the lady in question. 

Mike growled: "Scholar's coming with me," 
and turning to Scholar, very friendly, his manner 
reminiscent in a far-off way of a kindly host : 
" You come with me. Scholar," he said. " There's 

a fine motherly woman I know " and he 

nodded. " I'll put you on to her." 

Scholar wondered if he should say : " Thank 
you very much." Instead he drew at his empty 




pipe and looked at nothingness before him ; and 
the propeller whirled, and the screws beat on. 

"What a queer homecoming these fellows 
know," he thought. 


The feeding of cattle and of men was over 
for the afternoon. Scholar was the first up on 
the poop. He leant over the rail, looking away 
out and forward. The .outh end of Ireland 

wardf rr^r"""'" »«' of sight, north, 
wards. The Glory surged on. In a pother of spray 
a mile of smoke trailing from her smoke-stack a 
point or two off the bows, southward. There 
was a touch of humidity in the air that was not 
the humidity of the sea. I, could not be said that 
Scholar enjoyed the trip any more than any 
of them, but Bearing home the call of hom> 
seemed to be an open question. In this riff-raff 
below him he had f,-und something likeable, 
something good amid all the evil. The people at 
home, where he was going, he knew, could not 
appreciate one word that he might have to tell of 
the voyage or the men. No, if they pitied, it 
would be a very patronising pity, and even that 
annulled by censure. His womenfolk would find 
only one more opportunity to say : •' What awful 




creatures men are I" Last night he had pitied 
these men that they had no homes to go to. To- 
day, alert for Ireland, near home, the sentimental 
glow was fading from the vision of Ms own. He 
felt himself homeless as they. And then ahead 
there, northwards in the sea, he beheld something 
advancing rapidly. 

Some of the other men came on deck, among 
them At,ke, who drew near and looked in the 
direction of Scholar's gaze ; and just then Scholar 
saw what it was that came like a low cloud 
through the many foam-toppea, spray-topped 
vvaves-a blue-grey warship, lying low, with four 
short funnels, a very short mast ; and he experi- 
enced a thrill. He had met Englishmen who were 
less moved than Frenchmen by such lines as 
those that tell of how "the coastwise lights of 
England watch the ships of England go." If they 
had objected to the same poet's: "Lord of our 
fai-ilung battle line," to the Hebraic self-righteous- 
ness in that, he could have been at one with 
them ; that was a different matter. He appreci- 
ated Kipling's song of the "coastwise lights of 
England." He also appreciated Arnold's re- 
minder to Victorian Englishmen that England 

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could be improved; but he loved the England 
that Arnold, in his love, made to bloom anc 
flower in such poems as his " Scholar Gipsy,' 
that England that coloured the same poet's " Re- 
signation." It struck him that the EngHshmar 
who could not tolerate a song simply because the 
name of England was in it would be highly re- 
pulsive and irksome even to Arnold, who so often 
lectured Englishmen upon their self-satisfaction. 
They could not understand, these people ; the 
moment they were left alone they strayed. The 
road was pointed out to them time and again, and 
off they went, but the moment they were alone 
they deviated into paths that led otherwise, with- 
out knowing. 

Scholar felt a thnll at sight of this long, low 
/e-sel that came with tremendous speed, wasp- 
like, sweeping out from the haze beyond which 
lay nome. It might be a slightly tarnished home, 
the house not all in order, but, by God, it was 
home, and worth loving and setting in order. 
He had a feeling as of: " How they do watch ! " 
There was nobody on her decks. She was a 
thing of beauty, although of steel. She was 
nearly abreast now, but far off. Then suddenly, 




hammering along between the sheep-pens (the 
tarpaulins off them now) came a man in haste— 
the bo'sun— and as he ran this way sternwards 
upon the deck of the Gioty, there appeared, as 
out of a hole in the deck of that long, low wasp of 
a thing, a small black spot that ran sternwards 
upon it. The bo'sun was already at the flagpole, 
loosening the flag halyard, the flag was dipping, 
and a little square of cloth, away oflF there on 
that other ship, was dipping too, down and up. 
She slid past, rushing through the sea ; the spot 
went forward on her and disappeared again ; she 
was hidden in the smoke reeking from her four 
short stacks. 

Mike, behind Scholar, expelled a gust of air 
from his nostrils and drew erect. 

" Bedad I " he said. " I guess she can smell us 
that far." 

It had not occurred to Scholar before ; and 
thereafter, when more ships began to appear, 
where the sea-trails of the world converged, he 
imagined the people on their decks all holding 
their noses. 



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A CALLOus-sriJMiNG grey morning was breaking 
in the Mersey. Now and then, when a bell-buoy 
heaved, the bell tolled. It was just like that- 
tolling, tolling them home. Another steamer, 
swathed in mist, surged along, behind and a little 
to the side, but rapidly drawing level. Captain 
Williamson, coming to the bridge and gazing 
astern at that steamer that was but half vapour, 
turned away with some agility after his scrutiny, 
for she was another cattleboat, and he wanted 
to be berthed first. Those members of the 
•* Push," the morning's feeding being over, who 
strolled as far forward as to the bridge, heard 
him speaking down the tube to the engine room. 
Sounds of energetic shovelling came up from the 
stoke-hole ; the Glory put on the pace a litt'e more 
as the other ship came level. The Gloty led 
again. Captain Williamson, pacing the bridge, 
stirring up the morning haze, looked pleased! 
Again the other ship forged level, and he was 
heard chanting: "Shake her up I Shake her 


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upl" The cattlemen took up the refrain, and 
addressed the deck on which they walked and 
double-shuffled, with "Shake her up! Shake 
her up ! " 

"Oho! "shouted Cockney. '"Ere we are! Two 
stinks comin' 'ome ! " 

Michael leant on the rail and gazed at the 
rival ship with one eye, raised the shade slightly 
from the other and looked, to see if it im- 

"Iberian!" he said. "Iberian!" reading her 
name upon the bows. 

" Hiberian," said Cockney. 

"No, you're thinking of the Hibernian," re- 
plied Michael, still holding the shade up and peer- 
ing, like a man testing new eye-glasses. 

Cockney humped his shoulders and shot his face 
forward, then noticed Michael lifting that lid 
over his eye, and his mouth gave a twist of some- 
thing like shame, and he turned away. 

" It's the S dropped off," said the Inquisitive 
One. " I came over on her once — Siberian." 

" Nothing of the kind ! " said somebody else. 

"Oh, gee 1 " said Mike. " You fellers are always 



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"Well, what is it, then?" they asked him 
"What is her name?" 

" Can't you rade ? " asked Mike. 

" Yes. But what is her name ? " 

" It's the S dropped off," Charlie repeated. 

Mike shook his shoulders and that baffled lool< 
was on his forehead as he turned from them. 

" Oh, indade," he said. " Nobody knows any- 
thing about it; and everybody's talking. You 
think you know all about it; maybe I think I 
know a hell of a lot ; but we all know damn-all. 
If you want to know, keep your mouth shut till 
we get ashore. They'll be paid ( fT along of us 
likely, and you'll hear what the man at the Board 
of Trade Office calls them. She's another ould 
ship the same as us, and that's enough to be goin' 
on with." 

"Well, we're forgin' a'ead, any'ow," said 

Suddenly their feet tingled and the sound of the 
siren came. They looked round and up. The 
haze had not thickened again— it was not for that 
she whistled. 

"She's whistling for the cattle-sheds," some- 
body said. One of the others explained that in a 



race like this the steamer that passed a certain 
point first was the first to be unloaded, and the 
Glory was whistling to let them know ashore that 
she had done it. Some of the youngsters asked 
the older men if this was so, but they shook their 
heads ; they did not know. They had often made 
the trip, but rules change. - Wait and see," was 
all that anybody could say. 

A radiance began to come down into the haze, 
and the particles of moisture sparkled. A gloryi 
a splendour, but ever so tenuous, ever so frail, was 
on the river-mist, a mist that waned fainter and 
fainter. The men lay along the rail and looked 
into the mist as though they sought to make sure 
of that evanescent radiance in it. to make sure that 
It was there, was not a trick of their eyes. The 
other steamer had now the air of giving up, fell 
behind, foot by foot, content to be second. One 
of the young men plucked Mike's elbow; he had 
been in a knot looking the other way. 

"Is that right, Mike?" he asked, pointing to 
the long melancholy promenade that showed up 
ashore. " Is that where the toffs go to pick up the 
flash molls ? " 

"Oh, indade, I don't know," said Mike. 




The Inquisitive One fell to chatting with 
Scholar, but asking questions in a way wholly dif- 
ferent from that of the two catechists whom 
Scholar had desired to keep at arm's length — the 
Cardiff man, and the man from Fife in Scotland. 

"Mikel" he said, suddenly. "Mike, Scholar 
has a mother 1 " 

" Well, what about it? " asked Mike. " I expect 
ye had wan yersilf " 

The Inquisitive One looked far off briefly, then 
a new thought came again to him. 

"Got a father?" he asked, turning back to 

There was a look in Scholar's eyes that seemed 
somehow akin with that baffled look that showed 
in Mike's. He nodded. The Inquisitive One 
stood back, hands in pockets, and examined him 
with great interest. 

" You're going home ? " he said, accentuating the 
word. " You have a home ? " 

Mike turned away slightly. The Inquisitive 
One waggled his head sidewise as a sign that 
he wanted to draw Scholar aside again. Nobody 
who heard had jeered ; some had pretended not to 
hear ; only the chumming Welshman and the man 


from Dysar. in Fife, standing together and apart, 
looked scorn, hate, contempt at tl,ese other two 
Scholar was amazed to see that there were tears 
mthe eyes of the Inquisitive One as he said • 

I've „ kT'" "*"" "■' '''<* K"'"S home. 

I ve never had a father, and IVe never had a 

mother. S.ra,ght . Will you be coming back on 
the ship ? "-this suddenly, eagerly. 

" I don't know. I think so." 

"Tell me all about it when you come back 
wllyer? I would like to know." 

But they were now being warped into the land, 
through channels between dock walls into docks 
roundthedockwalls,sailorscomingru„ningalong 1 here seemed to be no end to it. Men on 
SchT r, T' "^" "^^^^-S f- ^ corpse' 
kU 11 ' T' "' '"^ '""* -- - "e had 

-ofti::;:*irth:r ;;::•? 

Welshman, or the man from Fife, not even per 
One, but;ustsaili„gtheseas With themalrl:; 


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had got over their cups. Suddenly they found 
that the ship was still. There was a rope ladder 
hanging over the other side. A broad-beamed 
little steamer lay there. The unruly members of 
the '• Push," the shirk-works, were piling over the 
side and down the rope ladder. 

•' Come on, Mike 1 " someone called. " Ashore ! " 

"They're going to lave us to run the cattle 
ashore ! " said Mike, disgusted, and he swung his 
legs over. Over they all went, or after the other, 
down the rope ladder, and jumpeu thence on to 
the bluff little steamer, where a man in a jersey 
stood looking at them curiously, staring ; and an- 
other, a custom-house man, sat on the further 
bulwark watching the descent on the grin. The 
Mm with the Hat came down, his wrist through 
the handles of his valise. 

" Carry your bag ? " jeered the younger men 
among the cattlemen below. " Carry your bag, 
mister ? " 

But cause for greater amusement was beheld 
higher up. There was Four Eyes, wrestling with 
a small trunk, round which he had made a rope 
fast, trying to lower it over the side. They 
whooped and cheered, they rocked with delight. 

T^HE S.S. GLORY ,^^ 

" ain t our place to r.,« ♦u 
'hey called back. O I ! ooV/ T"" "'"'^^•" 
'""ling their heads for r/h "u '°™"''' 
sounded thence r Jw ^ '^''''"'e had^Le?iv:rr°r''^'°''°' 

beckoned gentlv win, r^ '^'■^''"Ser, and 


Come on youse, then," said Mike '' r u 
youse was wrong." ^ ^"^w 

The man in the jersey, who had been st.nH' 

Jike a squat eflfigy mov*.H f standing 

"•«'e craft was ZII'ZT' '' "'"^'' ""^ 

"■e bulwark, hungon tol" ' "''''"' '''' '" 

hull of the aoJ(21T,T'°'''^''^^^^t 

a^ain) looked cbse and th ' ""'^"^ """^ 

'he rope ladder ICfb".' ^'"'^'■°'" '° 

Eyes' trunk with gre! 1 "" "''"'' '" ^°- 

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feller " standing by like a great child watching 
the rough-handling of a toy. They swarmed on 
deck again. Candlass came aft and stood beside 


" Stand by, men," he said. "Just wait till we 

get alongside here." 

The ship began to move on again, towards a 
sound of lowing of cattle and shouting of men, 
and Candlass walked forward, left them, and 
stood chatting amidships with Rafferty. There 
appeared suddenly, running into their midst, 
swarming on deck like rats, several grimy stokers, 
looking for friends, it would appear, among the 
cattlemen. Mike eyed the little knots that drew 


"If you want your razor. Scholar," he said 
quietly, " keep your eye on these fellows. Who- 
ever's got it up here will very likely slip it to one 
of his friends in the black hole, for fear of you 
putting a copper on them." 

The Inquisitive One, standing by, heard the 
word •' copper " and flinched. 

"What you say about a copper?" he asked 


•• Now then, some of you fellows," cried Cand- 



"Come on, you fellows," shouted Rafferty 
The willing ones followed them ; the shirkers 
remiuned, and were not worried. Indeed all were 
not required-they would be in each other's way. 
They only went below now to knock out the divi- 
^ons between the pens with a crow-bar or two, or 
the back of an axe, or whatever implement came 
handy ; and as they were so on-.ployed the shore- 
push thrust in their gangways and swarmed up 

A couple of men that Mike called " them toffs " 
were speaking to Candlass at the top of the gang- 
way that stretched to the main deck. They pafd 
no heed to the men who had brought the cattle 
across, or at least little heed. One of them, once, 
wh,le talkmg, roved his eyes from Candlass along 
the deck, looked at this cattleman, looked at that, 
half absently ; saw Scholar, seemed fora moment 
to be more interested in him than in the three- 
some chat; looked then at Mike, up and down, 
appeared to measure him as if he thought- 
Jove I There's a big fellow I" nodded "Yes 
yes, to Candlass, looked at Mike's face again an expression faintly reminiscent of that 
wh,ch had showed on Smither's face now and 




then when he stood beside the wicket of the Httle 
movable office in the back of the shed at Mon- 
treal as the Hard Cases trooped up to sign on. 
Mike bent down, lifted a board, and stepped 
forward to a great steer that thrust its head, and 
its great long horns, over the front barricade. 
The "toff" looked at him, alert, frowning; but 
all the movements of these Hard Cases seemed 
belligerent to strangers, and Mike might not be 
going to rough-handle the brute. So he merely 
watched, intent. Mike took the end of tne board 
and scrubbed the steer under its chin as it 
raised its great head, like a cat wanting to be 
scratched ; it turned its head round and over 
slowly, to have the office well done all round. 

" Well, bejabbers, this is your last scratch ! 
You're a fine looking baste. You might have 
had a worse trip ! " Mike addressed the steer, 
that baffled look on his face, and his eyes kindly. 

When they did find themselves, anon, rightly 
upon the shore, they clustered there, masterless 
men. Jack asked : " What are we waiting here 
for ? " His partner said : " I don't know," and 
swore. Somebody moved away, saying : " Come 


on, come on-what are we waiting here Tor ^ ' 
and a few followed him. 
" Where are you going ? " he was asked. 
He admitted that he did not know. A long 
thm, grey.faced man drew nigh and stood beside' 
the knot. Somebody took him into the conversa- 
tion, half turning to him, but not looking at him 
unaware that a stranger had joined them, and he 
answered, but not eagerly, quite casually. Thus 
he dropped into the talk : what kind of a trip had 
they had ? what were they hanging around for ? 
They didn't know. One of them asked if he was 
So-and-So, of Such-and-Such a boarding house ? 
He admitted he was. Was he there still ? He 
merely nodded-it was all very casual, but it 
seemed settled soon, seemed to be in the air 
somehow that they had arranged that they might 
as well bunk at his boarding house as anywhere 

Then Caudlass appeared on the wharf, wear- 
mg a white collar instead of the blue-and-white 
striped rubber one of the trip. Some of the men 
approached him, and he turned in his walk as a 
housemaster, one somewhat feared as a rule but 
respected, turns to hear what some boys would 



say to him, who have the air of wondering if they 
should approach at all on the day before break- 
up. He answered gently, easily, seemed to 
suggest by his manner that he would see them 
through as well as possible, but that even he was 
in the clutch A circumstance. It was with the 
hint of a shrug and with a little toss of the head 
and a half smile that he left them. The crowd 
formed afresh around those who had spoken to 

" What does he say ? What does he say ? " 
" Well," said Mike, sticking a hand under his 
belt, " we may as well drift up that way, then." 
" That way " was the Board of Trade Office. 

" See you later on," said the boarding house 

" Are you going away ? " asked somebody, who 
perhaps felt homeless. 

" Oh, I'll be back— I'll meet you up there." 

"What does he say? What does he say?" 
He had drifted away. 

" Who the hell is he ? " asked one>ith a mania 
for trying to make others quarrelsome, and then 
backing out. The older hands filed off; the 
others followed. The Inquisitive One saw their 


resemblance to a procession as they dr^^w aside 
to let a traction engine go past, a rattling, smok- 
ing, devil-waggon, pulling a string of lorries 
laden with swaying beer kegs. He took out his 
mouth organ. Rattling and deafening the engine 
and drays quivered by, *he men shouting: "Oh, 
beer ! " or : " How would you like to get all them' 
inside you?" The procession went on, the 
irresponsible tail-end of it cake-walking, and the 
mouth organ, with full tremolo, in full blast, made 
music for it with the air of a bottle-song of the 


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The " Push " came to a halt before the Board ol 
Trade building. The less juvenile, and the 
elders, looked broodingly at it. The younger fry 
sparred, and danced, and fought for possession 
of the mouth organ. Now and then a man who 
leant against a wall of the neighbourhood would 
catch the eye of one of the youths in the crowd 
and nod amiably, and the man nodded at would 
either look away quickly, or would tauten his legs 
and chuck his chest a little, look up the wall 
behind the man who had pretended to be an 
acquaintance, slow, casual, and so extricate him- 
self. Now and then somebody who really knew 
one of the group would approach, and all would 
look at him shrewdly to see what his intentions 
might be. 

A voice came: "You're there, are you?" It 
was Rafferty. Cheerily he was asked when the 
pay-off would be. " Oh, not for some time yet," 
he said. One man announced a wish that they 
could get something to eat ; and that set them all 




a-going with their wishes. A few had a coin or 
two left. It was for something to eat that the 
Inquisitive One raised his plaintive voice. 

"I have half-a-crown or so," said Scholar. 
"Come and let us have breakfast. Come and 
have some breakfast, Mike," he added, turning. 
Two others ran close, approachingf him in a kind 
of cake-walk, inciting themselves. " I don't thinK 
I've enough money," said Scholar. 

" We'll stop here," said Mike, wheeling round 

" Come on," answered Scholar. 


" I am hungry," said the Inquisitive One. 

Scholar and he headed for a cheap restaurant, 
but Mike refused to accompany them and jeered 
at those who showed signs of intending to follow, 
so that they subsided. The man behind the 
counter nodded pleasrntly to them and wished 
them good morning, and the early waitress rustled 
after them to a marble-topped table. The Inquisi- 
tive One felt nervous, but Scholar's suggestion of 
ham and eggs made his eyes bulge. Large cups 
of coffee were b-ought, rolls of butter, and the 
ham and eggs. 



" I can do with this," murmured Charles. 

The girl waited. Scholar wondered why ; thei 
even as it struck him that perhaps he was expecte 
to pay before eating, she turned away. 

" Ain't yer goin' to give her the money ? " aske 
Charlie in a worried voice. 

" Oh 1" said Scholar. "Oh, of course, that' 
what she was waiting for." 

Charlie looked at him a triHe suspiciously 
Was it possible that this man was one of thos( 
swell crooks in embarrassed circumstances ? Wa< 
he beginning his daring fancy tricks and game< 
of bluff the moment he got ashore ? Here was 
out of such company for him I The girl was walk- 
ing over to the man behind the counter, he look- 
ing up expectant, for she had evidently something 
to say. 

"I'd better pay you," called Scholar, and she 
came back smiling. 

" It's the rule," she said. " I was just going to 
ask the boss, seeing you— thank you," for he put 
the coin in her hand. 

They took up knife and fork, and as they 
did so the girl returned to say, quite sweetly: 
"Didn't notice. The manager says this is an 
American coin." 


t- iiumayir sa\> iln\ is an Aiiur 

lean coin. 




Charlie sat back and went limp; he looked 
from one to the other, nouth open. 

" So it is," said Scholar easily. " I wasn't think- 
ing. I haven't got anything else, either — I have 
only American money. Still, that's the same as 
two shillings ; that will be all right, won't it ? " 

Charlie pushed his plate forward on the table, 
pushed his coffee cup forward. The girl departed, 
and the manager called : " I'm not supposed to 
take foreign money, but that's all right. Have 
your breakfasts. The money-changing places 
aren't open yet." 

" By gee, you'll get run in ! " whispered the 
Inquisitive One. '* Get run in 1 " He pushed the 
dishes still farther from him. 

"Thank you very much," answered Scholar, 
looking to the manager. " Perhaps you could send 
somebody out to get the money changed." He 
smiled cheerfully. *• You don't know us, and we 
might run off." 

" Oh, that's all right — there's a place just across 
the street," said the man behind the counter. 
(The girl put down the fifty-cent, piece beside 
him.) " Just arrived ? " he asked affably. 

Charlie kept gibbering: "Can't eat! Can't 






eat! My appetite's gone! I feel stalled bel 
I start. Couldn't touch it. Might have got , 
•n. Might have got me run in I " and he flared 
angry for a moment. "That's what you mii 
nave done to me." 

The girl looked at him, pensive, having cau, 
and they wh.spereu ; Charlie eyed them 

rose off his chair. 

The girl and the manager drew .? ,- 1, and tl 
latter took up the thread again. 

''Just come oflFa ship?" he enquired. 
Yes, a cattle boat," replied Scholar 
'Don't tell him which one," whispered th 
Inquisitive One. And then, next moment : " Nc 

e h,^, tell him, because he'll find out, am 
It Jl make it worse." 

Scholar, applying himself to his breakfast, said ; 
we ve just come off the Glory " 

reZ T "'"'^ ' ^'^ """'= °"^ "' '"« Sain. Law- 
rence Transport, isn't it ? " 

again. The manager suddenly dived from behind 
h.s counter and ran outside. The Inquisitive One 

ed before 
e got run 
flared up 
3U might 

g caught 

and half 

and the 

red the 
: "No, 
It, and 

t, said : 
t Law- 


eyed the door. He wondered if it might not be 
better to rush now ; but the manager's voice could 
be heard outside, and then he dived in again. 

"Where's that— oh, yes, here I" and he lifted 
the fifty-cent piece from the counter and handed 
it to a red-faced man who followed him. 

" Perhaps it's bad ! " moaned Charlie, and again 
he looked suspiciously at Scholar. 

Relief showed in Charlie's eyes as the red-faced 
man put the coin in his pocket, handing the man- 
ager some othei money in its place. 

" Now you can eat your breakfast," said Scholar 
to Charlie. 

"Me? No, can't touch i^ Can't eat to-day." 
The relief was no better for ....a than the ordeal, 
so far as raising an appetite went. 

" Your com-ish ? " said the manager, smiling to 
the red-faced man. 

" That's all right. You can give me another 
lump in my tea when I send over. Good morn- 

" Good morning." 

The manager came over to give the change 
himself, to chat about the weather, and the 
Atlantic, to ask if there had been any cattle lost 



coming over, how many head they had, so c 
making pleasant conversation. 

"You don't have an appetite," he said to tl 
Inquisitive One. 

"No," Charlie gurgled. And for all the friend 
"good morning" of the manager when th( 
did rise to go, and the friendly nod of the wai 
ress, great was his relief to be out in the stre^ 
again. He gave Scholar to understand that the 
could congratulate themselves on getting off lik 
that, that it couldn't happen twice, and as Schok, 
continued to talk soothingly, the Inquisitive On 
became declamatory, and anon vituperative. 

Those of the " Push " that still hung around th 

Board of Trade doors saw, on the return ofthes 

two, that there had been some friction. But agaii 

the crowd there began to gather and increase, anc 

everybody had something to say. They hunt 

about for hours; now and then somebody passec 

by and cried "Ahoy!" to some member and 

carried him off for a drink. At last one of them 

caught sight of Captain Williamson, with cheery 

red face and rolling gait, entering the Board of 

Trade offices. Another group of men formed- 

such another as this from the Ghfy— "cattle- 


stiffs." Some sailors hove in sight, in stiff hats 
and stiff, and strangely creased, new-brushed 
shore-going clothes, and smoked their little short 
pipes, coming to an anchor near by, and standing 
in a circle to talk quietly. But at last Candlass 
appeared, hand up and beckoning, and the "Push," 
subduing its voices, came up to the swinging glass 
doors, passed through, some manfully, others 
with a look left and right as though on guard lest 
the place might prove to be a trap. The big floor 
space seemed to worry them ; it made their foot- 
steps sound so loud and echoing. The long 
counter, broad and shiny, seemed rather magni- 
ficent; the windows suggested a church, the wire 
netting a cage. 

" There's the skipper," said one to another, and 
they looked through to where Captain William- 
son sat. They were pleased with him for having 
won the race with the Iberian, Sibenan, or what- 
ever it might be called— the rival. They spoke 
in low voices. Candlass shepherded them, one at 
a time, to get their money and sign off. When 
the Man with the Hat, who had waited about 
alone who knows where, appeared there were 
glances of hard interest. Safely off the ship some- 



body had let out that he had hazed the cook, 
though everybody thought that the part of the 
rumour relating to a revolver was by way of 
superfluous frilling to the story. They looked at 
him with interest, somewhat as they would look 
at a boxer if the news passed down the street that 
he was coming along, or as they would stand out- 
side the prison where a murderer awaited 
execution till the flag went up. One by one they 
stepped forward, and Candlass gave them " the 
wink." They felt themselves in his hands, as 
schoolboys with an under-master, when there has 
to be an interview with the Head. Soon, how- 
ever, they got into the swing and Candlass stood 
aside. Michael, retiring from the counter with 
his hand full of shillings, stepped up to him. 

"Will you do something for me, Mr. Cand- 
lass ? " he said. " Will you keep half of this for 
me until we get back to Montreal ? " He divided 
off the half, but it seemed too much. Present 
needs were surely greater than future. " Well, I 

don't know— perhaps ye might take for me " 

he went on slowly. 

" Better let me keep the half, Michael," said 
Candlass. " You'll only drink it." 


" Indeed you're right," replied Michael. " I'll 
only drink it." 
Cockney stepped up. 
" It's a good idear," he said. " Will yer do the 
sime far me, please ? " 

" I will," replied Candlass. " And look here— 
I want you two to promise me something. " They 
looked at him. " I want you to promise me that 
there'll be no more fighting ashore between you. 
Let bygones be bygones." 

Cockney made a motion of spitting on hi- 
hand and held it out to Michael, who took it, ana 
looking at Candlass said: "That's a promise, 
Mr. Candlass." 

" How's the eye?" asked Candlass, and looked, 
putting a hand on little Michael's head and rais- 
ing the blind with a thumb. " It might have been 
worse," he said. " It might have been very bad." 
" Perhaps we both 'ad a drop," said Cockney. 
"Quite so, quite so," agreed Candlass sadly, yet 

The youth who had asked for his shaving water 
for three mornings in succession got the length of 
the door, which an official held open; then he 
turned round. 



"Raffertyl" he called. 

Rafferty came back from looking into nothing- 
ness with his queer red eyes, standing apart ; and 
the youth, putting his lips together, made a sound 
of contempt with them, and then dived from the 
place. Rafferty looked away again ; one or two 
of the men grinned sympathetically; one or two 
gave a " Huh ! " as who should say : " He had to 
do something like that ! " 

Mike, scratching the side of his head and push- 
ing up his cap, had a troubled look in his eyes, 
glanced at the door, said something about im- 
pudence, and then turned to Scholar, who had 
now taken his money and received his discharge. 
"You're going home then, Scholar?" he said, 
heavily. " Do you go far ? " 
" Newcastle." 

" Well, well, you'd better not stop here to-night. 
You'll be coming back ? " 
"I'm not sure." 

Troubled, Mike looked at him. 
•' If ye do, Mike can teach ye the ropes. Don't 

forget. Will ye have a drink before " 

Scholar looked at the floor, then up at Mike's 



"It wouldn't just be one, Mike," he said. 
The baffled look showed again. 
"You're right— another on the top of it, and so 
on. Men that's friends will start quarrelling in 
liquor." Mike looked as if he had much to say 
as they drifted towards the door. The tall shep- 
herd from the boarding house was outside waiting 
for them. Somebody said : " We're going to see 
Frenchy off in the train." Another announced : 
" Scholar's taking a train, too." Mike blew a deep 
breath. He turned round and looked at them as 
though they worried him, shaking his head up- 
wards, and they fell back. 

" I'll not be after coming with you," he said. 
" Them fellers will be cheerin' and screamin.' We 
*»ay meet again, or we may not It's all bloody 
strange," and he held out his hand. They did not 
pump-handle; they grasped hands warmly. Each 
felt that the other had much in common with him, 
but they had need of an interpreter. 

"Well, so long, Scholar. Luck with ye, and 
w>d bless ye." 
"So long, Mike." 


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